"Did God sit down when He made His feet?"
Came from the house Elinor. She moved lithely, swiftly, now. The old tan had come back to her cheek; she was no longer an invalid.
"More roses, Kate?" she asked, brightly.
Kathryn nodded.
"Yes," she said. "It seems almost brutal to cut them, doesn't it? But I love them in my room; and they won't grow there."
"Then sleep out here. It's quite the thing, nowadays."
Kathryn smiled a little.
"You're so frightfully lacking in sensibilities, Nell."
"And," returned her practical sister, "a lot more comfortable because I am." She seated herself. "Tom's back," she announced.
A quick little gleam of gladness sprang to the violet eyes.