“I suppose I could get Mrs. Simpson. She’s always glad to have someone to ride with her.”
“Do that, then,” said Helen.
Fanny sighed. “What an awful thing to have to be so proper in this world!”
When Helen had dressed she went up to the nursery, where she found Dorothy and Jack eating dinner. They seemed to be always eating. They jumped from their seats and clung around her. They wore their heavy street clothes and their thick boots.
“I was going to take them out before dinner,” Miss Munroe explained, “but it seemed damp. So I thought I’d wait till the afternoon.”
“Are you going out, mamma?” Jack asked, clutching at Helen’s dress.
“Yes, by-and-by,” Helen replied, patiently.
Dorothy immediately became plaintive. “Oh, can’t we go with you?”
“Not to-day, dear. I’m going to take Mrs. Burrell for a drive.”
“Oh, shoot Mrs. Burrell!” Dorothy cried.