June looked at it for a long moment, then she turned her head and glanced at Esther, still sleeping.
June frowned; she hunched her shoulders impatiently.
“More phantom lover, I suppose,” she told herself crossly; she threw the little scrap of paper into the fire and watched it burn with a sort of vixenish delight.
CHAPTER XII
“I’ve decided to accept Mrs. Ashton’s offer,” said Esther suddenly.
It was the following afternoon, and she had been helping June paste labels on to the little mauve pots. She looked up as she spoke, with the paste brush still in her hand and her fingers all sticky.
“Did you hear what I said?” she demanded guiltily.
“Yes, I heard,” June said rather tartly. “And I think you’re a mean pig. However, go on! Have your own way! Don’t mind me.”