“Are you sure you don't feel a draught?”
“No, Mary; and it wouldn't hurt me if I did!”
“I was only trying to make you comfortable,—”
“I know that, my dear; you are a very good daughter. Mary, I think it would be nice if I made a cake. So many people call, and—”
“I'll make it to-morrow.”
“Oh, I'll make it myself,” Mrs. North protested, eagerly; “I'd really enjoy—”
“Mother! Tire yourself out in the kitchen? No, indeed! Flora and I will see to it.”
Mrs. North sighed.
Her daughter sighed too; then suddenly burst out: “Old Captain Price comes here pretty often.”
Mrs. North nodded, pleasantly. “That daughter-in-law doesn't half take care of him. His clothes are dreadfully shabby. There was a button off his coat to-day. And she's a foolish creature.”