She introduced the new-comers, and as Bert, somewhat more at home
in his cousin's house than his wife was, fell into conversation
with the middle-aged man nearest him, Dorothy dutifully addressed
herself to Nancy. They spoke of Bert's mother, and of Boston, and
Dorothy asked Nancy if she liked tennis--or golfing--or yachting?
There was to be quite a large dance at the club to-night, and an
entertainment before it.
"Isn't Dorothy a wonder, Mrs. Bradley?" asked Elaine. "She's going
to have twenty people to dinner, she runs this big house, she's
got a baby not yet six months old, and she looks about sixteen!"
"You must have wonderful maids," suggested Nancy, smiling.
"I have!" said Dorothy amusedly, "They're crazy about me--I don't
know why, because I work them like dogs. But of course we're away
a lot, and then they always have parties," she added, "and they
run things pretty much to suit themselves. But we have good meals,
don't we, Elaine?" she asked, childishly.
"Heavenly!" said Elaine. Nancy, trying to appear brightly
sympathetic, smiled again.
But she and Bert dressed for dinner almost silently, an hour
later. It was all delightful and luxurious, truly, and they were
most considerately and hospitably accepted by the entire
establishment.
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