"Of course not."
"She thought I could accept the invitation for August, but this was out of the question. I doubt that I should have gone out to Cambridge to-morrow, if I hadn't seen that mother would be disappointed if I gave that up. There will be other Class Days, and I can wait. But it isn't as if I had to buy anything—a muslin that I had made in the winter is just the thing, and I haven't had to bother."
"You are very sweet, Martine, about everything, and so different from what I thought of you that day we ran into each other at the car. Didn't I seem a little hateful when we were first introduced at Mrs. Weston's luncheon?"
"Oh—no—only a little stiff, but that was natural, when you think of our first meeting," and Martine laughed at the remembrance. "I can't imagine you out of temper, since I have really known you."
"Not even to-day?"
"To-day?"
"Why, I have been feeling particularly savage about my trunk. You must have noticed how I spoke to the man in the express office."
"He deserved it, but really I didn't notice anything of that kind. You were really polite, considering you had lost a trunk."
"It is really a loss," responded Elinor, "even to Kate, and I wish that some one could explain what happened to it."
"It may simply be mislaid. Ten to one it may turn up to-morrow."