So she wrote her acceptance--Miss Grierson attended to the phrasing of her note--but expressed her regret that she would be able to come only for the tea-hour.

Drinking tea must be much the same, reasoned Maggie, whether it be drunk in a smart hotel or in a smart country home.
Maggie's native shrewdness suggested her simplest summer gown as likely to have committed the fewest errors, and the invaluable stupidity of Miss Grierson aided her toward correctness if not originality.

When Dick came he was delighted with her appearance.

On the way out he was ebulliently excited in his talk.

Maggie averaged a fair degree of sensibility in her responses, though only her ears heard him.