"Because if they had sense enough to know when they were well off,
they wouldn't be servants. Anyhow, they've gone--we'll have to
depend on Lizzie and Billy the rest of this week. I telephoned--but
they couldn't promise me any others before Monday."
"And I was in town and could have seen people for you--if I'd only
known!" said Dale remorsefully. "Only," she hesitated, "I mightn't
have had time--at least I mean there were some other things I had
to do, besides getting the gardener and--" She rose. "I think
I will go and lie down for a little if you don't mind, darling."
Miss Van Gorder was concerned. "Of course I don't mind but--won't
you even have your lemonade?"
"Oh, I'll get some from Lizzie in the pantry before I go up," Dale
managed to laugh. "I think I must have a headache after all," she
said. "Maybe I'll take an aspirin. Don't worry, darling."
"I shan't. I only wish there were something I could do for you, my
dear."
Dale stopped in the alcove doorway. "There's nothing anybody can do
for me, really," she said soberly. "At least--oh, I don't know
what I'm saying! But don't worry. I'm quite all right. I may go
over to the country club after dinner--and dance. Won't you come
with me, Aunt Cornelia?"
"Depends on your escort," said Miss Cornelia tartly. "If our
landlord, Mr. Richard Fleming, is taking you I certainly shall--I
don't like his looks and never did!"
Dale laughed. "Oh, he's all right," she said.
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