“That,” repeated Lucile, sternly, “would be to remove the light of my presence——”
“Oh if that’s all you needn’t mind about us,” said Jessie, evidently relieved.
“Go on, Lucy,” urged Evelyn, virtuously. “I won’t interrupt again.” 9
“Better get started before she repents,” advised Jessie.
“Sound advice,” Lucile agreed, ironically, though her eyes snapped with fun. “I don’t see why two people can’t get along without throwing hatchets at each other’s heads all the time. But never mind that,” she added, hastily, seeing signs of more “hatchets.”
“All I have to say is, it isn’t my fault,” murmured Jessie.
“The only way to treat the lower classes is to ignore them absolutely,” Evelyn retorted, turning her back on Jessie. “Now, Lucy, what were you saying?”
“I was trying to say something about my trip——” she began.
“Oh, yes, how long are you going to stay?”
“All summer.”