“Woman to see you, sir,” said he.
“Who?”
“Mrs. Grandoken.”
“Show her in,” and Theodore stood up. 211
Peggy came in embarrassedly. She had a mission to perform which she very much disliked.
“Good morning, Mrs. Grandoken,” said Theodore, holding out his hand.
“Good morning, sir,” said Peg, flushing darkly.
Her tongue clove to the roof of her mouth. How could she state her errand to this dignified, handsome young man? He was looking at her questioningly; but that wasn’t all—he was smiling encouragingly also.
“Won’t you sit down?” said he.
Peggy coughed, smoothed her mouth with her hand, pulled the thin shawl more closely about her shoulders, and took the indicated seat. Taking no time to reflect on the best way to present her case, she blurted out,