"That's a pretty car you came
in. Can you drive it yourself?"
"I have no car. That's Kitty's--I mean Mrs. McBryde's. That reminds
me. I have a message from her. She could not call this afternoon,
but she asks me to say she hopes you can both come in Thursday
afternoon and have tea with her. She is always at home on Thursdays
and--"
"Yes, indeed; we'll be glad to come." Mrs. Swink took up Kitty's
card, which had been sent up with mine, and looked at it through her
lorgnette, suspended around her neck by a chain studded with
amethysts, large and small. "We'll come with pleasure. Won't we,
Madeleine? Shall we write and tell her?"
"Of course not, mother. Didn't you just hear Miss Heath say it was
her regular 'at home' day? You don't write notes for things like
that." Miss Swink's eyes again turned in my direction. "I'm much
obliged, but I don't think I can come. I've an engagement for
Thursday."
"If it's with Harrie, he won't mind waiting awhile." With
unconcealed eagerness Mrs. Swink twisted herself in her tight and
too-embracing chair, for the moment forgetting, seemingly, that I was
a hearing person.
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