"As good as I ever tasted!" declared Miss Major.
Miss Castlevaine nibbled hers for a moment longer before she spoke.
"My cousin goes automobiling a great deal," she said, "and she makes her own cream—solid cream it is, too!—and she has something that she puts it in so that she can slice it off as she wants it. It keeps ice cold for an indefinite time."
"I have heard of such contrivances," said Mrs. Albright politely.
"No cream could be better than this," asserted Miss Major confidently.
Miss Castlevaine drew her lips into a smirk.
"Trust the Colonel for buying the best of everything!" went on Miss Major. "What a man he is! I wish he were one of the directors of the June Holiday Home."
Miss Castlevaine's face stiffened into an expression of superiority, as if she could divulge things detrimental to the Colonel if she wished. But nobody appeared to regard her, and the cars jogged on,
Mrs. Adlerfeld, meanwhile, wore a look of saintly rapture.
Polly turned to say, "Isn't the air nice this morning?"