“I thought you had done with him.”
“Oh, that quarrel,” said Berty, carelessly, “that was two whole days ago. I’ve had two bouquets, and a bag of some new kind of feed for the pigeons from him since then. I’m doing him a favour now. There’s some one coming here to supper to-night that he’d like to meet.”
“Who is it?” asked Roger, curiously.
“Selina Everest.”
“I shouldn’t think he’d be her style,” said the young man, guilelessly.
“He isn’t,” sighed Berty, “but he likes her, and I’m bound to give them a chance to meet. I hope she won’t snub him.”
“She is too much of a lady to do that,” said Roger.
“You’re right,” replied Berty, but she sighed again.
Roger’s eyes sparkled. “Grandma,” he said, abruptly turning to her, “it is some time since Margaretta and I have had a meal in your house. Can’t you invite us, too? We both like Selina.”