Rose laughed. “And Cis?” she asked. “How is Cecily?”
Diana’s face clouded a little. “Oh!—she’s well. But——” She paused abruptly.
“Yes?” asked Rose, divining something of what was stirring in the girl’s mind.
“Oh—nothing,” returned Diana, hastily. “I’ve seen Archie,” she added, with an abrupt change of subject.
Mrs. Summers, who knew the faithful admirer, and Diana’s casual attitude, looked amused.
“You needn’t laugh!” Diana exclaimed, with solemnity. “It’s awfully serious—he is, I mean.”
“And you?” inquired Rose, stifling her mirth.
“I don’t know,” sighed Diana, sitting in an easy attitude on the arm of a chair. “He’s much better looking,” she added, confidentially; “not a boy any more, you see. So somehow you can’t laugh.”
“Did you want to?”
“N—no—that was the annoying part.” Mrs. Summers again repressed a smile.