"Shut up your shop and go to tea with us at Chevy Chase," Derry suggested.
Emily smiled at him. "It is good of you to ask me, but I can't. I am not in love, and I have my day's work to do. But I think if you would like to take Jean—"
"Alone?" eagerly. "Do you think I might?"
"Why not?"
"I was almost afraid to suggest it."
"I am not a dragon. And there will never be a day like this for you again."
Jean broke in at that. "Oh, Emily, they will be wonderfuller!"
"But not this day—"
Derry knew what she meant. "How sweet you are."
Miss Emily, flushing, was a transformed Miss Emily. "Well, old people are apt to forget, and I have not forgotten."