She decided they would do.
'Yes, that's all, dear.' 'And might I kindly ask,' said Miss Bennett, getting up, 'any particular reason for all this?
Are you going to have the flu, or a party, or what ?' 'No,' said Edith, who was always frank when it was possible.

'I'm expecting a visitor who's never seen me in anything but a coat and skirt, or in evening dress.' 'Oh! He wants a change, does he ?' 'Don't be vulgar, Grace.

Thanks awfully, dear.

You're really kind.' They both laughed, and Edith gently pushed her friend out of the room.
Then she sat down on a sofa, put up her feet, and began to read _Rhythm_ to divert her thoughts.

Vincy had brought it to convert her to Post-Impressionism.
When Archie and Dilly were out, and Edith, who always got up rather early, was alone, she often passed her morning hours in reading, dreaming, playing the piano, or even in thinking.