"You are afraid I'll stay too long and wear Margery out? I promise to
go the minute she looks tired. You can trust her with me, can't you?"
"But she has her nurse, there's no earthly reason--"
"Except that she wants me to stay. You'll feel happier, too, knowing
that she isn't lonely."
"But don't you want to go to the tea?"
"Oh, I did a little. But I think that was because you and Connie and
Margery said I looked nice. I'm awfully squeezed and uncomfortable; I
wonder if Margery can't lend me a dressing sacque?"
Thus it was that Mrs. Sequin went off to the Bartrums' in a very bad
humor, leaving the two girls chattering together in the pink boudoir,
with the nurse banished to the lower regions.
"Don't you want some fresh air?" asked Miss Lady, when she had stood
the heat as long as she could.
"You may open the door," said Margery, "we never leave the window up
on account of drafts."
"But I can wrap you up, and put the screen up. There! You can't take
cold with all that on. It's the kind of day that makes me want to be
on a horse, galloping through the woods with the wind in my face."
Margery watched Miss Lady's quick motion as she opened all the windows
behind the ruffled curtains, and let in a current of fresh
invigorating air.
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