"Yes; it is a nice little place. But what about the flat? Isn't that perfect?"
"Yes."
"You are not enthusiastic? Oh, I am disappointed!"
Clodagh turned from the mirror.
"Forgive me!" she said impulsively. "Of course the flat is perfectly sweet—and exactly what I want. It was just the arriving alone that made it seem a little—a little——"
"Of course!—of course! Poor dear child! But wait!—wait till you begin to know people!"
Clodagh's expressive face brightened.
"Yes. And when Nance—when my sister comes back! Oh! I must enjoy myself! I must be happy!"
"Why should you be anything else? When have you heard from your sister?"
"The day I left Nice—a most dear letter. She is having a heavenly time in America. The Estcoits are such delightful companions; the girl is seven months younger than she is—and the boy is seven years older. Curious difference, isn't it?"