“It is Amory!” Dorothy exclaimed. “Is she coming here?”
Lady Tasker spoke reflectively.—“I don’t know. I don’t think so. But—will you fetch her in? I should like to see her.”
“If you like, auntie,” said Dorothy, though a little reluctantly.
But Lady Tasker seemed to change her mind. She laid down her crochet and rose.
“No, never mind,” she said. “I’ll fetch her myself.”
And the old lady of seventy passed slowly out of the room, and Katie and Dorothy moved away from the window.
Lady Tasker was back again in five minutes, but no Amory came with her. She walked back to her chair, moved it, and took up her work again.—“Switch the table light on,” she said.
“Was it Amory?” Dorothy ventured to ask after a silence.
“Yes,” Lady Tasker replied.
“And wouldn’t she come in?”