“Not from the Methodist minister’s wife, I hope?” said Miss Cornelia anxiously.
“No—from Rosemary West. I was up last evening to arrange it with her. What a pretty girl she is!”
“Rosemary holds her own well. She isn’t as young as she once was.”
“I thought her very charming. I’ve never had any real acquaintance with her, you know. Their house is so out of the way, and I’ve seldom ever seen her except at church.”
“People always have liked Rosemary West, though they don’t understand her,” said Miss Cornelia, quite unconscious of the high tribute she was paying to Rosemary’s charm. “Ellen has always kept her down, so to speak. She has tyrannized over her, and yet she has always indulged her in a good many ways.