"Now, Rose," expostulated Grace, picking them up, "how often must I tell you the floor is not the proper place to hang your things? I suppose you will be having the whole house in a litter, as usual, now that you have got home."
"Why did you send for me then?" demanded Rose. "I was very well off. I didn't want to come. Never got scolded once since I went away, and I pitched my clothes everywhere! Say, Grace, how do you get on with the new comers?"
"Very well."
Here Babette appeared with the young lady's lunch, and Miss Rose sat down to it promptly.
"What is she like, Kate—handsome?"
"Very!" with emphasis.
"Handsomer than I am?"
"A thousand times handsomer!"
"Bah! I don't believe it! Tall and fair, with light hair and blue eyes. Am I right?"
"Yes."