“Capital! A silk slip will be the very thing.”
Dr. O’Grady had no idea what a silk slip might be. But his enthusiastic welcome of the suggestion passed unnoticed. Mrs. Gregg was still thinking.
“I could get a white muslin,” she said, “with an embroidered yoke and a wide collar. It wouldn’t cost very much.”
“We’d like the thing done well,” said Dr. O’Grady, “not extravagantly, of course, but well.”
“Shell look quite sweet,” said Mrs. Gregg; “but what will Mrs. Ford say?”
“She’ll have to be kept in a good temper.”
“Kept!” said Mrs. Gregg, giggling delightedly.
She was very much afraid of Mrs. Ford, but she found a fearful joy in entering into a conspiracy against her with Dr. O’Grady for ally.
“Kept!” she repeated, “but she never is.”
“My idea,” said Dr. O’Grady, “is that you should dress Mary Ellen yourself, according to your own ideas, and at the same time consult with Mrs. Ford, giving her the impression that she’s doing the whole thing herself. I should think you ought to be able to manage that.”