“Oh, but we are—we really are,” said Elizabeth.
Mrs. Havergill shook her head.
“Let them be cheerful as has no troubles,” she remarked. “I’ve ’ad mine, and a-plenty,” and she went out of the room, sighing.
Mary ran in to see her sister quite early on the morning after their return.
“Well, Liz—no, let me look at you—I’ll kiss you in a minute. Are you happy—you wrote dreadful guide-book letters, that I tore up and put in the fire.”
“Oh, Molly.”
“Yes, they were—exactly like Baedeker, only worse. All about mountains and flowers and the nice air, and ‘David is quite well again.’ As if anyone wanted to hear about mountains and flowers from a person on her honeymoon. Are you happy, Liz?”
“Don’t I look happy?” said Elizabeth laughing.
“Yes, you do.” Mary looked at her considering. “You do. Is it all right, Liz, really all right?”
“Yes, it’s really all right, Molly,” said Elizabeth, and then she began to talk of other things.