"Miss Dearborn, you insult me."

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Laura, at last withdrawing her hand.

"And now you're mocking me. It isn't kind. No, it isn't; it isn't
kind."

"I never answered your question yet," she observed.

"What question?"

"About your coming to see me when we were settled. I thought you
wanted to know."

"How about lunch?" said Page, from the doorway. "Do you know it's
after twelve?"

"The girl has got something for us," said Laura. "I told her about
it. Oh, just a pick-up lunch--coffee, chops. I thought we wouldn't
bother to-day. We'll have to eat in the kitchen."

"Well, let's be about it," declared Landry, "and finish with these
curtains afterward. Inwardly I'm a ravening wolf."

It was past one o'clock by the time that luncheon, "picked up"
though it was, was over. By then everybody was very tired. Aunt
Wess' exclaimed that she could not stand another minute, and retired
to her room. Page, indefatigable, declaring they never would get
settled if they let things dawdle along, set to work unpacking her