"Ken," she remarked one morning, "I dropped into the Brier Tea Room yesterday." It was the brier that signified the meaning of the place to the old lady.
"Do you remember?"
Raymond nodded. Did he not remember!
"The place is quite ordinary now—but the food is still superior. Miss Gordon has come to her senses."
"Has she?" Raymond asked, lamely.
"Yes. And that girl—do you remember her, Ken?"
Raymond nodded again.
"Just as one might expect," Mrs. Tweksbury rattled on, keeping to her one-tracked idea of things, "the minx ran off with a man, never considering Miss Gordon at all."
"I doubt if Miss Gordon could see any one's side but her own," ventured Raymond.
"Ken, that's unjust. The girl was a little fraud, and I think Miss Gordon is heartily ashamed of herself for having resorted to such cheap methods to get trade. She has young Scotch girls helping her now. No more tricks, says Miss Gordon."