blue eyes held many
unspoken things as he looked at her. Once she had overheard him
say to Cecilia: "She looks like an over-ornamented pie!" Cecilia
had laughed, and Mrs. Rainham had passed on, unsuspected, her mind
full of a wild surmise. They would never dare to mean her--and
yet--that new dress of hers was plastered with queer little bits of
purposeless trimmings. She never again wore it without that
terrible sentence creeping into her mind. And she had been so
pleased with it, too! An over-ornamented pie. If she could only
have been sure they meant her!
She thought of it again as she sat looking at Cecilia. The new
dress was lying on her bed, ready to be worn that afternoon; and
Cecilia was going to meet Bob--Bob, who had uttered the horrible
remark. Well, at least there should be no haste about the meeting.
It would do Bob no harm to cool his heels for a little. She set
her thin lips tightly together, as she helped the rice pudding.
The meal ended, amidst loud grumbles from Wilfred that