"Some one may suspect—become curious—and might find out—might find out—"
"That's what I was thinking of, ma'am."
Mrs. De Peyster had risen.
"Matilda, we cannot run that risk!"
"Perhaps—perhaps, ma'am, we'd better change our butcher and grocer."
"That would do no good, for the new ones would find out that there was supposed to be only a single person here, No, such ordering has got to be stopped!"
"If you can stand it, I think it would be safer, ma'am. But what will you eat?"
There was a brief silence. Mrs. De Peyster's air grew almost tragic.
"Matilda, do you realize that you and I have got to live for the summer, for the entire summer, upon the amount you have been accustomed to ordering for yourself!"