“Since when,” asked Muriel, “is Mrs. Dent ‘poor’?”
“Don’t you remember she has just lost her husband?”
“Oh, yes.” Muriel remembers.
Her mother goes on. “Do you think, dear, you can drop me there on your way to the Selby’s?”
“I don’t really see how I’ll have time, Mamma. I must take a rest after lunch. I promised to call for Aline King.”
“Can’t Aline get there without you?”
“I promised her, Mamma.”
Mrs. Deane will take the street-car. She does not like to squander money on cabs.
“You haven’t forgotten that you are going shopping with me, to-morrow morning. You promised me.”
“I saw just the loveliest hat, just to-day, Mamma, at Bertrande’s. I am having it sent home to you. I’m sure it will suit you. Then, we needn’t go shopping. I must write to Clarice sometime. I thought I’d sleep late to-morrow and write before lunch. She is getting a divorce, you know.”