"Well, they can stay at home then—it ain't much loss on either side."
"But what will you do?"
"I'll send William to know when they are out, and he can leave my cards jest as well as I can. I won't go into them rooms and drink tea out of my lap and eat with my gloves on, and talk about things I don't know nothin' about and don't care even if I did. I'm too old to begin such foolishness."
"But what will I tell them when they ask why you don't return their calls?"
"You can tell them anything you want to. I won't go."
Daphne said mischievously: "I'll say you are a very old lady, and feeble, and cannot take the exertion of making calls."
Drusilla sat up very straight and a slight flush appeared on her cheeks.
"You'll say no such thing, Daphne Thornton. You say the truth, that I don't see no sense in it. Old indeed! I'm not so old; and as to being feeble—"
Daphne snuggled her face against the arm near her.
"Oh, you are a dear, Miss Doane. I love to see you get angry. But you say you are old!"