“I must write to her at once,” she said. “In July—so soon! I am glad! I do hope they’ll be happy!... And what’ll you do? Go on living at the boarding-house?”
Ah! (Amory thought), so Dorothy did see it from somebody’s point of view besides Aunt Jerry’s! She moved one shoulder petulantly.
“Aunt Jerry paid the bills there,” she said.
“Do you mean that you’ll go and live with them when they’re married?” Dorothy asked.
“No, I don’t,” said Amory with marked brevity. Dorothy hadn’t seen her aunt and Mr. Massey together or she wouldn’t have asked that. And one of them was thirty-eight and the other forty-three! Talk about the loves of the valetudinarians!
“Well, what will you do?” Dorothy asked again.
Again Amory turned to the window. She spoke with her back to Dorothy.
“What can I do? What is there left? Come and live here, as far as I can see,” she replied.
“Oh,” cried Dorothy at once, struck with the idea, “that’ll be jolly!”
(Jolly! With that warped door and that chimney! Jolly! Amory almost laughed.)