[Illustration with caption: “JIM, YOU’LL HAVE TO COME!”]
“How pretty Miss Mellicent looked!”
“Very pretty.”
“I’m glad at last to see that poor child enjoying herself.”
“Yes.”
Mr. Smith frowned and stole a sidewise glance at his companion. Was it possible? Could Miss Maggie be showing at last a tinge of envy and jealousy? It was so unlike her! And yet—
“Even Miss Flora seemed to be having a good time, in spite of that funereal black,” he hazarded again.
“Yes.”
“And I’m sure Mrs. James Blaisdell and Miss Bessie were very radiant and shining.”
“Oh, yes, they—shone.”