“She doesn’t want a post; she wants a home,” said Elizabeth.
“I should hate to behave badly to her,” said Andy.
Then Norah gave her opinion—
“A little fancy shop at Bardswell, where she can be as refined as she likes, and talk about Mr. Jebb to everybody until she sees him in wings with a halo round his head, and really believes she never could have married anybody else.”
“We could all buy embroidery silks every time we went into Bardswell, whether we wanted them or not,” agreed Mrs. Atterton.
“We’ll stock the shop when we go to buy the furniture,” said Elizabeth eagerly.
“And call it ‘The Ladies’ Needlework Club,’ ” added Norah, with her little smile.
“I say, Elizabeth,” remarked Bill, “I shall take back that hunting-crop and give you a new wedding present. What would you like?”
Elizabeth looked first at him and then at her lover.
“A mahogany sideboard with a plate-glass back exactly like Mrs. Simpson’s.”