“It is just lovely, but you must not work. You are company.”
“I rather like to cook. I took a long course in it four years ago when Timmy and I were first engaged, and I have done all the housekeeping at home since then. Daddy pays me double the salary we used to pay the cook, and I provide better meals and more cheaply than she did. Daddy says so himself.”
“Why, Sally,” cried Eveley warmly, “I think that is wonderful. I am surprised. I thought—I supposed—”
“Oh, I know what you thought,” laughed Sally brightly. “Everybody thinks so, and it is true. I am very gay and frivolous. I love to dance and sing and play. And I abhor solemn ugly grimy things, and I think the only Christian duty in the world is being happy.”
Eveley flushed at that, and turned quickly away.
Later Nolan joined them for dinner, and the little party was waxing very gay long before Tim called. Then it was only to say that he would be working late, but was sending them tickets for the theater and would join them afterward for supper at the Grant.
“Does he always work as hard as this?” asked Sally, looking steadily into Eveley’s face.
“He always works pretty hard,” said Eveley truthfully, “but he does seem busier than usual right now.”
Miss Weldon only laughed, and they talked of other things. Nolan went down with them in the car, Eveley driving alone in front, but somehow she felt her pretty guest to be less of a menace since she was guilty of sensible things like cooking and sewing.
