CONFLICTING EMOTIONS
Madeline was at the Harvey Mansion, having afternoon tea with her friend, Kitty. Since their accidental meeting on the promenade at Nice, not many days passed that they did not see each other.
"You will have to go with us," Kitty was saying to her friend. "If you don't I guess I shall mope myself to death."
"Oh, no, you won't," Madeline answered. "You will have lots of company, and any amount of excitement."
"Oh, I don't know. Father is beginning to think more about the climate than anything else. He fancies that New York winters try his health, and what I fear is he'll steer the Skylark away down into the South Seas somewhere, and stick there."
"Well, wouldn't that be very jolly?"
"I don't know. It might be jolly miserable. It all depends on one's company. If you'll promise to go with us, I won't raise any more objections."
"Have you been raising objections?"
"Tons. I much prefer wintering in New York City."
"I should like to visit the South Seas very much," Madeline said, meditatively, "only——," then she hesitated.