“Nancy tells me that you were quite in despair to-day. She said that some of those cruel girls insulted you.”
“Yes, I was very silly; I got a shock.”
“And you have got over it?”
“Yes; I know you don’t believe badly of me. You know that I am honest and—and true.”
“Yes, my dear,” said Maggie, with fervour, “I believe in you as I believe in myself. Now, have you quite disrobed? Shall we go into the library for a little?”
The moment they entered this cheerful room, which was bright with two blazing fires and numerous electric lights, Miss Day and Miss Marsh came up eagerly to Maggie.
“Well,” they said, “have you made up your mind?”
“About what?” she asked, raising her eyes in a puzzled way.
“You will come with us to the Elliot-Smiths’? You know how anxious Meta is to have you.”
“Thank you; but am I anxious to go to Meta?”