"Yes," her aunt agreed, sedately; "something big to do. For my part, I joined church circles, and worked first for the heathen."
"Oh, bother the heathen!" Cicily ejaculated, rudely. "Charles is heathen enough for me!" With her characteristic impulsiveness, she sprang to her feet, as Mrs. Delancy quietly rose to go, ran to her aunt, and embraced that astonished woman with great fervor.
"I honestly believe that you've given me the idea I was looking for," she declared enthusiastically. "You darling!... Making people happy! It would be something for the club, too.... Yes," she concluded decisively, "I'll do it!"
"Do what?" Mrs. Delancy questioned, bewildered by the swift succession of moods in the girl she loved, yet could never quite understand.
"You just wait, Aunt Emma," was the baffling answer.
Mrs. Delancy turned at the door, and spoke grimly:
"My dear Cicily," she said, "you're getting to be quite as reticent as your uncle and Charles."
But the girl disdained any retort to the gibe. Instead, she was saying softly, over and over: "Making other people happy! Making other people happy!"