“Does she want to?” Dick had never noticed in his grand-daughter the slightest leanings to religion.
“I don’t know. There are compensations,” and again the Doña smiled.
“What? a new Girl-Guide kit?”
“No; the complete works of Scott.”
“My dear Anna—you ought to have been the General of the Jesuits!”
The Doña looked flattered.
“Well, Dick,” she went on in a brisk, but still friendly voice, “we really must decide soon—are we going to have pillar-roses or clematis at the back of the borders? Rudge says....”
They spent a happy, amicable morning together; and at luncheon their daughters were conscious that the tension between them had considerably relaxed.