I don't think
I shall ever grow my hair long again. It's so much more comfortable
like this."
"If I ask you, dear," said Paul.
"No, not even if you ask me," she answered, laughing.
She noticed then, for the first time, that he could look sulky like
a small school-boy.
"Why, Paul," she said. "If you wanted to grow a beard I shouldn't
like it, but I shouldn't dream of stopping you."
"That's quite different," he answered. "I should never dream of
growing a beard. Grace won't like it if you look odd."
"Grace isn't my teacher," said Maggie with a sudden hot hostility
that surprised herself.
She discovered, by the way, very quickly that the three ladies had
no very warm feelings for Grace. They showed undisguised pleasure at
the thought that Maggie would now be on various Committees instead
of her sister-in-law.
"It will be your place, of course, as wife of the vicar," said Mrs.
Constantine. "Hitherto Miss Trenchard--"
"Oh, but I couldn't be on a Committee," cried Maggie. "I've never
been on one in my life. I should never know what to do."
"Never been on a Committee!" cried Miss Purves, quivering with
interest.
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