"Is to-morrow the day set to exhibit to Helen other aspects of New York
than the scholastic?" he asked, looking up from his paper. "The first
appearances of a young girl in modern society are said to be comparable
with a 'Looking Over by the Pack,' as described by Mr. Kipling. May Mrs.
Baloo and Mrs. Bagheera and Mrs. Shere Khan have good hunting to-night,
and be kind to-morrow to our womanling."
"Why, Bake, you know just as well as I do there aren't any such people
coming. I believe it's just one of your jokes," sputtered Aunt. "Nelly,
dear, turn slowly round."
She had dropped on her knees beside me, busy with pins and folds, and Joy
was lisping the caution, born perhaps of experience, "Don't you thoil it,
Cothin Nelly, or Nurthey'll vip you," when Milly came into the library;
and with her was Mr. Hynes.
"Lovely! Isn't it, Ned?" cried Milly. "It's for to-morrow."
Mr. Hynes scarcely glanced at the dress, then looked away again, with
indifference that somehow hurt me.
"Very pretty," he said languidly. "Classic, isn't it? By the way, Judge, I
think you'd be interested--"
And then he began to tell Judge Baker about some horrid auction sale of
old books!
I was surprised.
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