To see apparently
one of these very same letters arrive, and open it to find:
Dear Rose--Thanks for letter. Glad you're having a good time.
Don't hurry back. Say if you want any money. Everything going
splendidly here--
Yours, Frederick.
--no, it couldn't be borne.
"I don't think I'll come down to the village with you to-day,"
she said, looking up at Lotty with eyes suddenly gone dim. "I think I
want to think."
"All right," said Lotty, at once starting off briskly down the
path. "But don't think too long," she called back over her shoulder.
"Write and invite him at once."
"Invite whom?" asked Rose, startled.
"Your husband."
Chapter 12
At the evening meal, which was the first time the whole four sat
round the dining-room table together, Scrap appeared.
She appeared quite punctually, and in one of those wrappers or
tea-gowns which are sometimes described as ravishing. This one really
was ravishing. It certainly ravished Mrs. Wilkins, who could not take
her eyes off the enchanting figure opposite. It was a shell-pink
garment, and clung to the adorable Scrap as though it, too, loved her.
"What a beautiful dress!" exclaimed Mrs. Wilkins eagerly.
"What--this old rag?" said Scrap, glancing down at it as if to
see which one she had got on.
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