Fraulein, will you telephone old Mrs. McNab, and say that Mrs. Carr
Boldt is lying down with a severe headache, and she won't be able to
come in this morning? Thank you. And, Fraulein, telephone the yacht
club, will you? And tell Mr. Mathews that Mrs. Carr-Boldt is
indisposed and he'll have to come back this afternoon. I'll talk to
him before the children's races. And--one thing more! Will you tell
Swann Miss Paget will see him about to-morrow's dinner when she comes
back from the yacht club to-day? And tell him to send us something
cool to drink now. Thank you so much. No, shut it. Thank you. Have
a nice drive!"

They all drew up their chairs to the table.

"You and I, Rose," said Mrs. Watson. "I'm so glad you suggested this,
Hattie. I am dying to play."

"It really rests me more than anything else," said Mrs. Carr-Boldt.
"Two spades."



CHAPTER VI

Archerton, a blur of flying trees and houses, bright in the late
sunlight, Pottsville, with children wading and shouting, under the
bridge, Hunt's Crossing, then the next would be Weston--and home.

Margaret, beginning to gather wraps and small possessions together,
sighed. She sighed partly because her head ached, partly because the
hot trip had mussed her usual fresh trimness, largely because she was