confidence in them if they were not unattached, or belonged to some
regular Sisterhood. I wish she had taken instead to Mysie
Merrifield, who is more of my sort; but no one can control those
likings."

"I don't think Gillian very attractive; she is so wrapped up in her
work," confessed Agatha.

"You will see them all, I hope, for I am giving a garden party next
week, perhaps. Have not they told you?"

"Oh, yes; but Polly seemed bent on its not clashing with some
festival at St. Kenelm's."

"Therefore I had not fixed the day till I had heard what is settled.
I have invited people for Thursday, which will hardly interfere."

"Did you know that the young man who is painting the ceiling at St.
Kenelm's Church is old Mr. Delrio's son Hubert?"

"Indeed! Is he staying here? We must ask him to come up to luncheon
or to tea. I am glad he is doing so well. I heard Eccles and
Beamster were to do the decorations; I suppose they employ him. I
should think it was a very good line to get into."

This was on a Friday; and the next day Magdalen proposed driving down
in the cool of the evening to see the decorations at St. Kenelm's and
their artist; but it turned out that he was gone to spend Sunday at
the Cathedral city, and all that could be done was to admire the
designs, and listen to Paula's enthusiastic explanation.