“Oh, Miss!” expostulated Mrs. Tregennis.
“No, you know I haven’t,” and turning Miss Margaret knocked at the door of Mrs. Radford’s sitting-room.
An affected voice bade her “Come in.” Mrs. Radford was reading, while Annabel learned to sew with a hot needle and sticky cotton on a long calico strip.
“Oh,” said Mrs. Radford, languidly, in her best society manner, not rising to receive her visitor. “It is you!”
“Yes, may Annabel come upstairs with me for a little while?”
Annabel looked frightened, and closed her lips in a firm straight line.
Although Mrs. Radford constantly reminded herself that the upstairs visitors were quite common people, yet she felt gratified now, and motioned to Annabel to put her sewing away.
Miss Margaret took hold of Annabel’s hand, and together they went from the room.