“I don’t want any activity this morning,” sighed Betty. “I don’t know when bed has felt so good. I’d like to try having a maid wait on me ... and fix my clothes ... and hair....” Betty dropped Cathalina’s hand and curled up to sleep again. It was a little while before Cathalina went back to her slumbers, but she too dropped off and neither wakened till long after nine o’clock, when they roused and began to talk.
“We haven’t heard a peep from Lilian or Hilary,” said Betty. “I wonder if they’re up and if they let the maid in.”
“O, well, we can clean up ourselves,” said Cathalina. “I’ve been lying awake a little while thinking about last night.”
“So have I,” said Betty.
“I didn’t tell you what a pleasant young officer sat on the other side of me. Lieutenant Maxwell talked to everybody, the girl on the other side of him or across the table, and once when Captain Van Horne’s lady was talking to some one else I had the best chat with him. He was with that new music teacher, Miss Hallowell, and he is a very superior person, Betty, is pretty dignified and serious, I think, but easy to talk to. He has the finest face, with the dearest smile and the most inspired eyes!”
“Mercy, Cathalina, this sounds serious. ‘Cathalina Van Buskirk Van Horne’! What a name!”
Cathalina laughed out. “It isn’t as serious as that, Betty, but after all it wouldn’t be any worse than that of my distinguished ancestor, ‘Maria Van Ness Van Buskirk,’ that married the first Martin Van Buskirk that came from Holland—”
“That lived in the house that Jack built,” finished Betty. “Go on. This is thrilling.”
“I’ll not tell you another thing if you don’t stop being so silly! I thought you’d be interested.”
“I am, awfully,” and Betty tried to smother her giggles.