[From photo: Photographic Union, Munich.
"RAINBOW GLORIES FLOODING
FOREST, HILL AND VALE."
"It is of no consequence," she returned stiffly, drawing herself up. "Please do not trouble." In her present temper she would have rather endured any amount of discomfort than be indebted to that very officious, vulgar young man.
"Oh, it is no trouble"—with beaming good nature. "Thank you, ma'am"—as the widow gloomily produced a pin—"I will soon have things ship-shape. There, miss, you are more comfortable now."
But though Lilian thanked him with some outward show of civility, she was inwardly chafing under what she chose to consider his impertinent freedom of address. She had done her duty and thanked him, and now she meant to ignore his existence; but she had reckoned without her host.
"Beg your pardon, miss," the brisk voice began again, "is your little dog a Yorkshire terrier? I never saw such a small one before."
"Yes." Just this monosyllable and nothing more. She would keep him in his place; she was determined on that.