"This door," he added turning to the fresh-painted portal at his elbow, "leads to one of them.... A fair sample, I imagine. This one happens to be a--ah--a sort of sewing-class room, I believe...."
"Oh, a sewing-class room! That must be where I was offered a position."
"Will you look at it?"
"I'd like to. Only I can't sew a bit, you see...."
She stepped exploringly through the open door, into the sort of sewing-class room. V. Vivian walked after her; and behind him he distinctly heard the surprised and somewhat offended voice of the Kemper:
"Funny! I thought that was Mr. Pond I was talking to all the time."
"It's--it's a very nice place," said Cally, glancing about her as she advanced.
Not that it mattered, but it really was not a particularly nice place, only a rather dark and small chamber, smelling of paint and entirely empty save for one bench.
"Not a great deal to see, as you notice," said the summer-house voice behind her, sounding somehow changed since last year.... "Not much of a class could sit on the bench, I fear. Or perhaps it's this next room that's for sewing."
"Oh, I don't mind," said Cally.