"
As we returned to the hall Betsy Beauty whispered that she was surprised
Mr. Eastcliff had married, but she heard from Madame that we were to
have a house-party soon, and she hoped I would not forget her.
Then Aunt Bridget, who had been eyeing Alma darkly, asked me who and
what she was and where she came from, whereupon I (trying to put the
best face on things) explained that she was the daughter of a rich New
York banker. After that Aunt Bridget's countenance cleared perceptibly
and she said:
"Ah, yes, of course! I thought she had a quality toss with her."
The two motor-cars had been drawn up to the door, and the two parties
had taken their seats in them when my father, looking about him, said to
my husband:
"Your garden is as rough as a thornbush, son-in-law. I must send Tommy
the Mate to smarten it up a bit. So long! So long!"
At the next moment they were gone, and I was looking longingly after
them. God knows my father's house had never been more than a
stepmother's home to me, but at that moment I yearned to return to it
and felt like a child who was being left behind at school.
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