CHAPTER VII.
BERTY IMPARTS INFORMATION
Mrs. Stanisfield was making her way to her roof-garden.
“If any callers come,” she said to her parlour-maid, “bring them up here.”
Presently there was an exclamation, “What cheer!”
Margaretta looked around. Her irrepressible sister Berty stood in the French window, her dark head thrust forward inquiringly.
“Come out, dear,” said Mrs. Stanisfield, “I am alone.”
“I want to have a talk,” said Berty, coming forward, “and have you anything to eat? I am hungry as a guinea-pig.”
“There is a freezer of ice-cream over there behind those azaleas—the cake is in a covered dish.”
Berty dipped out a saucerful of ice-cream, cut herself a good-sized piece of cake, and then took a low seat near her sister, who was examining her curiously.