"Are your aunts anywhere?" asked Caroline.
"No," said Maggie. "Aunt Anne's in bed and Aunt Elizabeth's at Miss
Pyncheon's."
"That's right," said Caroline, "because I haven't seen you, darling,
for ages."
"The day before yesterday," said Maggie.
"You're a literal pet," said Caroline kissing her. "I always
exaggerate, of course, and it's so sweet of you to tell me about
it." She rushed off to the fire and spread out her blue skirt and
dangled her feet.
"Isn't it cold and dark? You funny dear, not to have the blinds down
and to sit staring into the beastly street like that . . . I believe
you're in love."
Maggie came to herself with a start, got up and slowly went over to
the fire.
"Caroline, where's Bryanston Square?"
"Oh, you pet, don't you know where Bryanston Square is?"
cried Caroline suddenly fixing her bright eyes upon Maggie with
burning curiosity.
"If I did I wouldn't ask," said Maggie.
"Quite right--neither you would. Well, it's near Marble Arch."
"But I don't know where the Marble Arch is."
"Lord!" cried Caroline. "And she's been in London for months. You
really are a pet.
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