"Why, what's up now?"
"Nothing is up," she said, with what Mr. Garratt called her high and mighty air.
"Well, look here—" but she had turned away.
"Mother, shall we go into the garden?" she asked.
"It's a little chilly this evening," Mrs. Vincent answered.
"You've taken to feel the cold lately," Hannah said, uneasily. To her credit be it said that she was always careful of her mother's health.
"I've taken to feel my years."
"Let us go into the best parlor, darling," Margaret said, tenderly. "I might play to you for a little while. You always like that," and she put her arms round her mother's shoulders.
Mr. Garratt took a quick step forward. "I should like to hear you play, too, Miss Margaret, if there's no objection. I'm a lover of music, as I think I've told you." He stood by the door of the best parlor and waited.