Miss Bascom raised her lorgnette in pained surprise and gazed at Donald curiously; then she sighed and tapping her fingers with her glasses replied:
“But one has to consider the social responsibilities of one’s position, you know. Many of the village people are well enough in their way, really quite amusing as individuals; but one cannot alter social distinctions.”
“I see,” replied Donald, non-committally.
Virginia was beginning to think that the new rector was rather dull in his perceptions, rather gauche, but, deciding to take a charitable view, she held out her hand with a beaming smile as she said:
“Remember, you are to make Willow Bluff one of your homes. We shall always be charmed to see you.”
When, after their respective shoppings were completed, Maxwell rejoined Mrs. Burke, and they had started on a brisk trot towards home, she remarked:
“So you have had a visit with the Senior Warden.”
“Yes, and with Miss Bascom. She came into the office while I was there.”
“Hm! Well! She’s one of your flock!”
“Would you call Miss Bascom one of my lambs?” asked Donald mischievously. 46