"It's lovely! And, oh, dear, I'm afraid it must have been terribly expensive!"
"It wasn't cheap," Christabel admitted, smiling, and then suddenly cried:
"Oh, mother, if I only had a child! You don't know, you'can't even imagine, the sorrow of childlessness! Oh, if I only had a little daughter to comfort me!"
But she got hold of herself again in a minute, after she had clung half weeping to her mother, and went to take a bath.
Oh, dear! What is the matter? thought Mrs. Caine, squatting slowly to pick up lace and ribbons, putting her hand to her back as she rose. Just like old times to be picking up after Christabel. It's a lucky thing for her she has a maid.
How hot it was getting! Breathless! And it had been so lovely.
That bed-jacket was beautiful, and it was darling of Christabel to have brought it to her, but she never had her breakfasts in bed; she couldn't, with one girl, and Fred would think
