She sighed involuntarily, watching a very beautiful woman who sat at an adjoining table, when she extended her hand in greeting to two foreign-appearing gentlemen in uniform, and they both bowed over it and kissed it.
"That's the Continental custom, my dear," Miss Daphne murmured.
"Oh, dear, I wish they'd do it here still," Kit said.

"It makes one think of powdered hair and lovely, flouncy hoop skirts.

I'm going to practice it when I get home." It was not until they took the through train from Washington for New London that Kit relaxed.

It was the last home stretch, and now that the end of the journey drew near, the full importance of the Dean's visit at such a time grew upon her.

The little hint she had given about the guest chamber being ready was the only thing that would have made the family suspect she was bringing any guests with her.