"Oh, dear, that means he'll be here! He's so horribly fastidious, he's
sure to make remarks about my putting an Italian loggia on a Louis XVI
drawing-room. It does seem that with all the time and money we've
spent on this place--Isn't that the carriage?"
"Yes, I hear Miss Lady laughing."
As the front door swung open two bundled-up figures hurried into the
hall, bringing a gust of youth and merriment along with the keen night
air.
"I hope we are the first guests," cried Miss Lady, shaking a scarf
from her head, "because we have had an accident. We both fell down.
Connie slipped on the step and I sat down on top of her. There was an
awful rip and we don't know whose it is! I'm afraid to take my coat
off!"
"But where is the Doctor?" cried Mrs. Sequin in dismay.
"Father would love to have come," began Connie glibly, but Miss Lady
broke in: "I don't think he really wanted to come, Mrs. Sequin. He
said he would be ever so much happier up in his study, playing
pinocle, than sitting out here in a straight-back gilt chair eating
ice cream. Perhaps you think I oughtn't to have come without him?"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mrs.
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