“Lighter things she can do charmingly, and she should hold to them,” Miriam announced, with decision.
“I arranged the program,” said the lady, “and, for her own sake, I shall not let her attempt anything to which she is unequal. Of course, I shall not sing myself.”
“Oh, Mrs. Ogden!”
“You know I never sing anything but Wagner, and then only when there are a few—when my hearers are in full sympathy. You will be sure to come,” she added, as she turned to give another invitation. “By the way, you will be at Westbrook this autumn. I want you to ride Persiflage in the hunt as often as you like.”
“Much better,” commented Miriam’s companion, as they strayed on. “Of course, nothing would please her—as a bitter rival—more than to hear her sister-in-law’s singing abused. That touch about lighter things was masterly when she herself only sings Wagner for a few. But how do you manage with Emmeline?”
“I tell her that no one can conduct, an automobile as she does.”
“My dear!”
“It’s an amusing game,” the girl answered.
“Why not?” she exclaimed, challengingly.