Horatia rather liked it. Perhaps there was more in this Mrs. Hubbell than she imagined. She was lovely to look at anyhow.
“And we must find a place to dance, Jim,” said Mrs. Hubbell, turning to him again.
“But I’m working hard, Rose. I’ve not much time to be frivolous.”
How queer it was, thought Horatia, to hear him call another woman by her first name. Of course last night was the first time he had called her ‘Horatia,’ but it had seemed—— She wasn’t quite sure what it had seemed.
“Then you will come to see me, Miss Grant?”
Oddly insistent, thought Horatia.
“I would love to.”
“Do you always work on Sunday—both of you?”
Mrs. Hubbell’s questions came lightly but they were questions that had to be answered.
“Miss Grant was going to take me for a walk.”