"Not until you say that you know I wouldn't marry Mr. Ludlow to save me from drowning."
"Full well I know it," said Martha heartily. "Come out."
The girl came out of the tub reluctantly, and presently, swathed in Martha's best lavender dressing-gown (she had bought it that morning), was lifting a spoonful of clear green-turtle soup to her lips.
"Martha!"
"Miss Joy!"
"'Tis not only to look at, Miss Joy."
"It's wonderful," said Miss Joy, "starving—I meet you—champagne—and to-morrow—"
Her sudden high spirits suddenly fell.
"Oh, Martha, from the top of even a small tree to the ground is a cruel, hard fall!"