"Eurie, I hope you won't have any special calls before you get around to this room in the morning; it looks as though there had been an upheaval of books and papers here."
Books, and papers, and dust, and her hat and sack, and Jennie's gloves, and Robbie's play-things; she had forgotten the parlor.
Meantime, Jennie had rushed to the door, and now returned, holding the kitchen door open, and talking loud enough to be heard distinctly in the parlor.
"Eurie, Leonard Brooks is in the parlor. He says he wants to see you for just a minute, and I should think that is about as long as he would care to stay; it looks like sixty in there."
"Oh, dear me!" said Eurie, and she looked down at her dress. It had long black streaks running diagonally across it, and dish-water and grease combined on her apron; a few drops of arnica on her sleeves and hands did not improve the general effect.
"Jennie, why in the world didn't you tell him that I was engaged, and couldn't see him this morning?"
"Why, how should I know that you wanted me to say so to people? You didn't tell me. He said he was in a hurry. He isn't alone, either; there is a strange gentleman with him."
Worse and worse.
"I won't go," said Eurie.
"But you will have to. I told him you were at home, and would be in in a moment. Go on, what do you care?"