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Updated: June 17, 2025
She wanted to leave her; she wanted to go and talk to Merry, who was playing a solitary game of patience in a distant part of the drawing-room; she wanted to do anything rather than remain by Aneta's side. Then Aneta looked up. "I had a letter this afternoon from my aunt, Lady Lysle." "Oh!" said Maggie.
It caused very deep amazement in the hearts of all the girls who belonged to Aneta's party, and it is highly probable that they might have refused to accept the invitation but for that magical postscript, "Mrs. Ward has most kindly promised to attend." But there was no withstanding that patent fact, as Mrs. Ward knew very well when she made the proposal to Kathleen.
At supper that evening there were eager inquiries with regard to Maggie Howland. All the girls came up to ask Aneta where the other queen was. "She is not quite well, and has gone to bed," said Aneta. "She does not wish to be disturbed until the morning." Aneta's words had a curious effect upon every one who heard her speak.
Aneta and Cicely, with some of Aneta's own friends, two girls of the name of Armitage Anne and Jessie and a very graceful girl called Sylvia St. John, walked up and down talking quietly together for some little time. Then Cicely looked eagerly round her. "I can't see Merry anywhere," she remarked. "She is all right, dear, I am sure," said Aneta. But Aneta in her inmost heart did not think so.
"When I require you for my best friend it will be time enough for you to offer me that enviable position." Then she added, speaking in a low tone of intense dislike, "Is it likely that any girl would wish to make a best friend of another girl who accused her of subterfuge and want of truthfulness?" The delicate pink rose in Aneta's cheeks. She raised her eyes and looked full up at Maggie.
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