"But they are everywhere, mother; they are cut and painted over the fireplace in the baron's hall."
"I'd cut 'em out, then, and put up my own. Fire buckets, too! How ridiculous. What ornaments for a house!"
"I like them," said Dolly.
"Oh, you like everything. But, Dolly, what does your father think is to become of us? He in London, and we here! Such a way of living!"
"But you wanted country air, mother."
"I didn't; not in this way. Air isn't everything. Did he say, if he could not come down Saturday, he would send Mr. St. Leger?"
"I do not see why he should," said Dolly gaily. "We don't want him."
"Now, what do you say that for, Dolly?"
"Just because I don't want him, mother. Do you?"
"He's a very good young man."