And sitting down on a stool beside the elder woman, Delia leant her head against her friend's knee caressingly.
Gertrude gave an absent touch to the girl's beautiful hair, and then said—
"So you will take these four meetings?"
"Certainly!" Delia sprang up. "What are they? One at Latchford, one at
Brownmouth—Wanchester—and Frimpton. All right. I shall be pelted at
Brownmouth. But rotten eggs don't matter so much when you're looking
out for them—except on your face—Ugh!"
"And the meeting here?"
"Of course. Can't I do what I like with my own house? We'll have the notices out next week."
Gertrude looked up—
"When did you say that man—Mr. Winnington—was coming?"
"His note this morning said 4:30."
"You'd better see him alone—for the first half hour anyway."