room.

"Jack's learning to be superintendent," said Mrs. Wilmington, lifting her
teasing voice to make him hear her in the hall, "and he's been spending the
whole morning here."

In the richly appointed dining-room--a glitter of china and glass and a
mass of carven oak--the table was laid for two.

"Put another plate, Norah," said Mrs. Wilmington carelessly.

There was bouillon in teacups, chicken cutlets in white sauce, and luscious
strawberries.

"_What_ a cook!" cried Mrs. Munger, over the cutlets.

"Yes, she's a treasure; I don't deny it," said Mrs. Wilmington.




X.


By the end of May most of the summer folk had come to their cottages in
South Hatboro'. One after another the ladies called upon Annie. They all
talked to her of the Social Union, and it seemed to be agreed that it was
fully in train, though what was really in train was the entertainment to
be given at Mrs. Munger's for the benefit of the Union; the Union always
dropped out of the talk as soon as the theatricals were mentioned.