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A soft knock sent Miss Sterling to the door, and Miss Castlevaine came in. Miss Crilly showed off the roses with all the pride of a possessor. "I guess I saw them down in the lower hall," smiled Miss Castlevaine knowingly. "There was a long box on the desk." "You did? And ain't it funny?" Miss Crilly ran on, "she don't know who sent 'em!" "Perhaps Miss Sniffen could tell you."
"I'm worried about David he acted so queer last night." "What's the trouble? They were talking of it coming home." "About David? or me?" "Miss Castlevaine spoke of David's being with Patricia, and was wondering if you had quarreled that's all." "No, there hasn't been a word!" cried Polly disgustedly. "But I suppose he is jealous of Doodles such a silly!
Miss Major got it in a roundabout way through one of the managers, and it may not be true; but they say they're going to cut out our Wednesday pudding and our Sunday pie!" Her little blue eyes glared at her listeners. Juanita Sterling dropped back in her chair. "What next!" she ejaculated. "They'll be keeping us on mackerel and corned beef yet!" snapped Miss Castlevaine.
"It wouldn't be safe for me to express my opinion." Polly smiled. "It's a shame! And it isn't fair when she has curly hair that doesn't need any putting up. I just wish hers would straighten out straight as Miss Castlevaine's!" "You seem to have taken a sudden liking to Miss Castlevaine." "Oh, no! Only I feel sorry for her, she is so fat and fretty, and her hair won't fluff a mite.
The eyes of the "new lady" wandered beyond the dining-room and followed a young girl, all in pink. "Who is that coming up the walk?" Fourteen faces turned toward the wide front window. Miss Castlevaine was quickest. Her answer did not halt the syrup on its way to her plate. "That's Polly Dudley." "Oh! Dr. Dudley's daughter?" "Yes. She's come over to see Miss Sterling. They're very intimate."
"I'm going to tell all my folks that if they want me to know anything in a hurry they'd better telegraph or send me a special delivery letter that'll fix 'em. My! To think of bein' invited to a weddin' and not knowin' it!" "When I first came here," resumed Miss Castlevaine, "my cousin was dreadfully upset because they wouldn't call me to the telephone to talk with her.
"So he did," responded Miss Major. "I didn't think of it in that light. We've had a nice evening, anyway. It seems good to get out of the rut." "Yes," answered Miss Castlevaine grudgingly; "but they'll have to keep this up, now they've begun, or there'll be more fusses than a few!" "What do you mean?" "Why, everybody'll have to have a birthday party, or the rest'll be jealous." "Oh, yes, I see!
I'm going to invite her to ride with me all alone, just to hear her talk!" Polly chuckled. "I wish you would," she told him. "She'd go, wouldn't she?" "Of course! Why not?" "I'll warrant that sour-looking elephant in the back car wouldn't!" laughed the Colonel. "She's that kind!" "Oh! I guess you mean Miss Castlevaine. She's the biggest one there is. But she is very nice sometimes."
"It's a lovely place, and there has to be rules where there's so many." "There don't have to be hair-crimping rules, Mrs. Prindle huh!" As the curly-headed maker of the hated law walked across the lawn. Miss Castlevaine sent her an annihilating glance. "Is that Miss Sniffen?" queried Miss Mullaly, adjusting her eyeglasses. Miss Castlevaine nodded.
Unhappiness and worry are not appetizers. The next morning it was whispered from room to room that the second card had been filched from Miss Sterling's box of roses. Miss Castlevaine loved so well the transmitting of newsy tidbits, that they were not apt to remain long in one quarter. "I'd do something about it!" she declared to Miss Major.
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