"But, Beryl, she talked English. Wouldn't she talk—some other language?"
Beryl was not to be discouraged. "Dowagers don't. They talk ever so many tongues. English as good as any. I'll bet anything you say. You just wait."
CHAPTER XI
POT ROAST AND CABBAGE SALAD
The following Wednesday had been set for Mrs. Lynch's dinner of "pot roast and cabbage salad."
"You'll think we're awfully poor, Robin, when you see that mean old cottage," Beryl complained as the girls were dressing for the dinner.
Robin, hesitating between a Madonna blue and a yellow dress, turned quickly at the tone in Beryl's voice.
"Oh, Beryl, what difference does your house make! I want to know your mother and your father and—Dale."