"I feel as though there were two of me instead of one," she said. "One of us would like to go to Mrs. Butterworth's party."
"And the other one?" asked Hubert.
"Decided last Sunday not to go," she answered.
"Which one do you think is on the Lord's side?" he queried.
"The one that says not to go," she replied, without hesitation.
"I should stand by that one if I were you," he advised.
"I will," she said, and slipped her hand in his as they went down the stairs.
At the breakfast table the dreaded discussion was precipitated. Mrs.
Gray addressed her daughter.
"Winifred, dear," she said, "have you looked at your new white dress to see if it requires anything to be done before Mrs. Butterworth's party? Did we not think the girdle should be altered slightly?"
"I was looking at it this morning, mother," faltered Winifred, and
Hubert shot a sympathetic glance across the table.