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"Oh, Arthur," Edith whispered, "I saw Mrs. Staggchase in the dressing- room, and she told me that Ethel's engagement is out to-day." Arthur smiled, remembering his perspicacity when Ethel had driven away from his dinner with Kent in her carriage. "Isn't the crowd dreadful?" the voice of Mrs. Bodewin Ranger said, at Edith's elbow. "I'm really getting too old to trust myself in such a crush."
Bodewin Ranger, but that fine old lady had a sort of religious scruple against saying anything in particular in company, a relic of the days of her girlhood, when cleverness was not the fashion in her sex and when she had been obliged to suppress herself lest she outshine the high-minded and courtly but dreadfully dull gentleman she married.
She was mortified beyond words when that Crapps woman gave a treatment to Mrs. Bodewin Ranger's dog." "That snarling little black devil that's always under foot at the Rangers'? Gad! I'd like to give it a treatment!" "It got its ear hurt somehow, and Mrs. Crapps pretended to cure it. Mrs. Ranger was all but in tears over it, she was so grateful. Anna was entirely disgusted. She told Mrs.
Frostwinch and Mrs. Bodewin Ranger chose Stanton long ago and persuaded Mr. Calvin to help them." "I can't fancy Mr. Calvin as anybody's tool," commented Kent, who would have regarded his companion's words as a trifle too frank to be spoken at the table of Mr. Calvin's niece, had his mind been in a condition to take exception to anything that she said. "Isn't that Melissa Blake," asked Mr.
It was largely in virtue of this interesting and pathetic story that Mrs. Frostwinch and Mrs. Bodewin Ranger had taken it upon themselves to better the fortunes of Stanton.
Mrs. Staggchase invited the guests for her luncheon before she spoke of them to Miss Merrivale. "I have asked Mrs. Bodewin Ranger," she explained, "although she is old enough to be your grandmother, because she is the nicest old lady in Boston, and it is a liberal education to meet her." The other guests were Mrs. Frostwinch, Ethel Mott, and Elsie Dimmont. "Elsie Dimmont," Mrs.
Helen watched him anxiously, wondering if she had said too much, and whether she were taking too great a responsibility in the advice she gave. Certainly anything must be good that took him out of his unhealthy mood. "Come," she said, rising, and turning on the electric light again. "It is time for Grant to be at home, and for me to be dressing. We are to dine at the Bodewin Rangers to-night."
She was too clever a woman to do this crudely, and indeed would have seemed to any but the most acute observer to follow the conversation rather than to lead it. Ethel and Elsie chatted briskly of the current gossip of the day, and it was Mrs. Bodewin Ranger who was skilfully led on to strike the keynote of the talk by saying,
Bodewin Ranger guarantees the funds for a year, and we have contracts for work to be delivered in the fall that will keep from a dozen to twenty girls busy all summer; while the matron's salary will put Melissa Blake on her feet very nicely. It's such a relief to have some of those girls provided for." "That's the Melissa Blake, isn't it," Helen asked, "that Mr. Hubbard spoke of at dinner?"
Yesterday, at Mrs. Bodewin Ranger's, we disposed of all the knotty problems relating to the lower classes." "I didn't know but it might be something about my house. The last time Mrs. Greyson lunched here we solemnly debated what a wife should do whose husband did not appreciate her."
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