of air for eight years, although her doctor had constantly recommended it.”
“Well, it’s all your doing, no doubt, that she started off this summer,” said Brenda, as they walked back to the piazza.
Miss South smiled in assent, and Julia longed to ask her if she found Madame Du Launay easy to get along with at all times. It had been a matter of general report in Boston that no one could please her, and that those who were under the same roof with her, generally had a rather hard time. Naturally, of course, such a question as this could not be put to the old lady’s granddaughter, and Julia thought that Miss South must, indeed, be a wonderful person, to get on so well with Madame Du Launay—even though the old lady was her grandmother.
“Now, about the Rosas,” said Miss South, “for I know that you both are anxious to hear how they are progressing.”
“We certainly are,” replied Brenda, “in fact, I have been dying to ask about them ever since we came.”
“In the first place, Angelina told me about meeting you and Nora on the train. I did not tell her that I had already heard about this from you. It seemed better to have her make a full confession.”
“Confession?” There was a note of interrogation in Brenda’s voice.
“Yes, you may have thought it strange to find her in Lynn. Indeed, she had no right to be there. It is true that she announced to her mother that she was going, but this was just when she was on the point of starting,
