She kissed both the women and they all three walked to the hall door together.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," the girl went on, as she opened the door. "Dad says he's going to stay on for another fortnight. He says his health's better, but really and truly he's having the time of his life and is a thoroughly gay old dog. Oh, yes, and he wants you to send him some new pajamas—only two or three pairs, and you're not to send him mauve ones. Rather naughty of him to be so particular, isn't it?"
"Griselda!" Mrs. Walbridge's voice was very stern, and the girl made a funny little face as she ran down the path.
They watched her get into the big car, and waved their hands to her as it bore her quietly away.
The two women went back into the house and sat down in the drawing-room. The fire had gone out during the excitement of the morning, and the room looked more than ever unlovely and uninhabited. Mrs. Walbridge stood for a moment gazing down at the five photographs.
"Dear Grisel is having a splendid time, isn't she?" asked Caroline warmly. "How nice for her to have such rich friends."
Mrs. Walbridge did not answer. Her eyes were still fixed on the pictures of her five children.