'What is it?' Borrodaile asked, looking over her shoulder.
Woman-like she offered the man the outermost fringe of her thought. 'Even Lady Whyteleafe,' she said, 'would be satisfied with the attention they paid to their hair.'
'Come, you two.' Mrs. Freddy was at last impatient. 'Jean's got the really beautiful pictures, showing them to Geoffrey. Let us all go down to help him to decide which is the best.'
'Geoffrey?'
'Geoffrey Stonor—you know him, of course. But nobody knows the very nicest side of Geoffrey, do they?' she appealed to Borrodaile,—'nobody who hasn't seen him with children?'
'I never saw him with children,' said Vida, buttoning the last button of her glove.
'Well, come down and watch him with Sara and Cecil. They perfectly adore him.'
'No, it's too late.'
But the fond mother drew her friend to the window. 'You can see them from here.'
Vida was not so hurried, apparently, but what she could stand there taking in the picture of Sara and Cecil climbing about their big, kind cousin, with Jean and Mr. Freddy looking on.