“Must buy pink roses for that to-morrow,” she said.
She leant back in the chair. The corners of her mouth were relaxed in a little tender smile. Her eyes were shining. She heard the voices of men crossing the courtyard. They were laughing. She laughed a little herself. And over and over again in her heart the words of the lady in the blue dress were sounding:
“If happiness comes to you welcome her with both hands; and with every kiss she gives you years will roll away from your heart. Happiness is like the spring, which wakes the world to brightness after a dreary winter.”
Sally came back into the studio.
“Is there anything more I can do for you, ma’am?”
“No, child. You’d better get to bed. Boiled eggs for breakfast.”
“Yes, ma’am. Good night.”
“Good night.” There was a moment’s pause. Sally had reached the door.
“Got a young man?” Miss Mason’s voice was so gruff that Sally’s heart beat uncomfortably.
“Yes, ma’am; but——”