"Me help!" Letty squirmed down from Catherine's lap.
"You might take the things into the dining room," suggested Catherine.
Spencer gathered up the box.
"I'm much obliged, Aunt Margie," he said, and Marian and Letty echoed him as they followed into the next room.
Margaret settled herself in a chair at the window.
"I thought your nurse would be in charge." Her eyes wandered out to the distant glint of water. "Thought you'd given up the heavy domestic act."
"I sent her home." Catherine smiled. "Weak minded, wasn't it?"
Margaret nodded.
"Certainly. You look fagged. You ought to be out horseback riding or something. You know"—she turned, her face serious—"if you're going to do a real job, you have to look out. You have to relax sometime."