There to her surprise, she found Caroline Smith. The events of the
last few days had, a little, dimmed Caroline from her memory. She
had not seen Caroline for a fortnight. She did not know that she
especially wanted to see Caroline now. However, it was very certain
that Caroline wanted to see her. The young woman was dressed in
rose-coloured silk that stood out from her slim body almost like a
crinoline, and she had a straw funnel-shaped hat with roses perched
on the side of her lovely head. She kissed Maggie many times, and
then sitting down with her little sharp black shoes poked out in
front of her, she ran on:
"It's been too bad, Maggie, dear; it's simply ages since we had a
moment, isn't it, but it hasn't been my fault. Father's been ill--
bronchitis--and I've had to help Mother. Father's been so happy,
he's just been able to lie in bed for days and think about God. None
of those tiresome people at the Bank to interrupt him, and chicken
and jelly as much as he liked. He was so unhappy yesterday when he
had to go back to work, poor dear . . . But, Maggie, I hear you were
at the service last night.
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