Miriam had come home disappointed and secretly afraid to hope for any tangible results from Miss Wynne's promised visit. Nevertheless, she told Barbara.
"Wouldn't any of them even look at it, Aunty?"
"One of them would have looked at it and rumpled it so that I'd have had to iron it again, but she wouldn't have bought anything. This young lady said she was busy just then, and she wanted to come up and look over all the things at her leisure. She won't pay much, though, even if she buys anything. She said the price was 'ridiculous.'"
"Perhaps she meant it was too low," suggested Barbara.
"Possibly," answered Miriam. Her tone indicated that it was equally possible for canary birds to play the piano, or for ducks to sing.
"How does she look?" queried Barbara.
"Well enough." Enthusiasm was not one of Miriam's attractions.
"What did she have on?"
"White. Linen, I think."