III
"We shall never forget the splendor of it all; it was wonderful!" exclaimed Peggy with a deep sigh.
"A farewell party!" said Marjorie. "Undoubtedly the gallant Britishers outdid themselves. Howe leaves soon, does he not?"
"Yes. Next week."
"Which means that the period of entertaining is about to come to an end."
"I suppose. But wasn't the winter glorious? I shall never forget it."
A smile covered her face, dotting her cheeks with two tiny dimples. She held her hands together over her knees while she sat quite motionless, her eyes looking out into the darkness of the room.
Presently she bethought herself.
"Let us light the tapers!" she announced, jumping up from the sofa.
"It is late," Marjorie remarked, as she, too, prepared to arise. "I must leave for home."