She would certainly see Miss Warren, come to call on a stranger in her city, just because of her mother's friendship for Elinor! There was a warm little glow in her heart at the thought of the kindness shown her by so many people for the sake of Ross and Elinor; the Chestnuts, and Mr. Watts, innumerable others at the dinner-dance, and now Miss Warren!
"I'll send George in with tea a little later on," said Elinor, "if you would like to have it."
Then Arethusa's face clouded somewhat, "But I wanted to have supper up here again!"
"Not supper, Arethusa, it's just afternoon tea. I thought perhaps it might help you to get acquainted."
That was very different. It might be great fun to have afternoon tea. She had read about it, and it had always sounded most delightful in the reading.
"But Aunt 'Liza says I can't pour anything," she added doubtfully. "She never lets me at home. She says my fingers are all thumbs."
George could pour it for her, if she wished.
And so with these trifling details arranged, and the tea a settled prospect, Arethusa went in search of Miss Warren.
She ran gaily down the wide front steps, humming a little tune, and skipped into the small reception room at the side of the hall, both hands cordially outstretched.
"I think it was perfectly dear of you to come to see me!" she exclaimed.