"Come into the house then. We will have lunch, and devote the whole afternoon to William. We could have no more delightful subject," declared the lady, willing for once to indulge Bee's insatiable desire to hear all she could about her father. "I am quite sure that it will be but a repetition of what I have already told you many times, but you will listen with new interest today."
Chapter IV
A Jest Becomes Earnest
"To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on."
—Othello. Shakespeare.
"Dear, dear! will evening never come!" exclaimed Beatrice, pushing back her hair impatiently and looking at the clock in the hall for the third time in five minutes.
"Don't you know that the days are longer in June, Bee?" asked Adele in mock surprise.
"Isn't there anything that you can do, Beatrice?" Mrs. Raymond glanced up from her embroidery. "Occupation of some sort is the best remedy for restlessness."