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Leslie went to church, of course, the Goldthwaites were always regular in this; and she wore her quiet straw bonnet. Mrs. Goldthwaite had a feeling that hats were rather pert and coquettish for the sanctuary.
"There's always the brown room, and the handing round," said Barbara, "for the people you can't be intimate with, and think how crowsy this will be with Aunt Trixie or Mrs. Hobart or the Goldthwaites!" "We shall just settle down," said Rose, gloomily. "Well, I believe in finding our place. Every little brook runs till it does that. I don't want to stand on tip-toe all my life."
There was a large company, for the Goldthwaites had a wide circle of acquaintance. It had been a surprise to Lucy to find him at New York. She had not expected to see him again till the summer-time.
Leslie Goldthwaite came up to the Haddens', or they went down to the Goldthwaites'. The Haddens would stay over night at the Marchbanks', and on through the next day, and over night again. There were, indeed, three recognized degrees of intimacy: that which took tea, that which came in of a morning and stayed to lunch, and that which was kept over night without plan or ceremony.
"Unless you go first, and we run after you," suggested the General. "All the same. You talked Dixville to her the very first evening, you know. No, nobody can have an original Dixville idea any more. And I've been asking them, the Josselyns, and Mr. Wharne and all, and was just coming to the Goldthwaites; and now I've got them on my hands, and I don't know where in the world to take them.
"Unless you go first, and we run after you," suggested the general. "All the same. You talked Dixville to her the very first evening, you know. No, nobody can have an original Dixville idea any more. And I've been asking them, the Josselyns, and Mr. Wharne and all, and was just coming to the Goldthwaites; and now I've got them on my hands, and I don't know where in the world to take them.
You needn't keep asking how we know! Things that belong get together. People who tell a story see round corners. The next morning Maud Marchbanks came over, and asked us all to play croquet and drink tea with them that evening, with the Goldthwaites and the Haddens. "We're growing very gay and multitudinous," she said, graciously. "The midshipman's got home, Harry Goldthwaite, you know."
"What queer things Les' Goldthwaite says sometimes," whispered Elinor; and they passed the inner door. The Goldthwaites sat two pews behind the Haddens. Leslie could not help thinking how elegant Mrs.
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