“Well,” said Fanny, “I saw you having a talk with Granny in here this morning. I suppose she has promised I shall go to London and live like other girls. That would be so like her,—such a sweet creature —”
“Sh—sh—”
“Oh, why not say what you think? I’d like to hear your real opinion of her—after all these years.”
“She is my mother; and she was angelic to me this morning.”
Fanny stared, then burst into laughter. “Angelic! How I should like to have seen Granny do it. Did you ask her if I could go to the party at Bath House?”
“She is opposed to it,” said Julia, evasively, “but I think I can talk her over. One would never expect to get the best of mother in the first round. I must tell you, however, that I shall not go to Bath House myself —”
“Oh, that Mr. Tay! Only it is romantic, and he is handsome, and quite nice. Do tell me, Julia,” she asked eagerly, “what is it like to be in love with a real man?”
“Put such thoughts out of your head for the present.”
“Did he ever kiss you?”
“Have you looked over my evening gowns? Collins is quite excited at the prospect of fussing with them.”