“It’s for the Orbisons’ I need a dress,” said Emily. “Of course, I know it’s because I have a voice I’m asked.”
Yet, knowing that for herself she never would have been asked, there was exultation in Emily’s tone.
Alexina got up suddenly. Somehow she didn’t want to discuss the Leroys with Emily after all.
Down-stairs she stopped again in the spotless, shining kitchen, the clean odour where soft-soap is used always lingering. Alexina liked it; all her knowledge of the dear homely details of life she was familiar with, she had gotten here.
“You remember the Leroys?” she asked Mrs. Carringford.
“Why, yes; I sent them milk twice a day.”
“Did you know why they went away?”
“Wasn’t it because they had put everything into that—er—” She stopped.
“Boat?” suggested the girl.
“Boat”—Mrs. Carringford accepted the word—“and so had to, after it was—er—”