She even laughed a little.

"It's open!" said she, and ordered the car.

While waiting for it she chatted with Mrs.Porne awhile over the all-convenient telephone.
***** Diantha sat at her window, watching the big soft, brilliant moon behind the eucalyptus trees.

After the close of the strenuous meeting, she had withdrawn from the crowd of excited women anxious to shake her hand and engage her on the spot, had asked time to consider a number of good opportunities offered, and had survived the cold and angry glances of the now smaller but far more united Home and Culture Club.

She declined to talk to the reporters, and took refuge first in an open car.
This proved very unsatisfactory, owing to her sudden prominence.