I'm glad George is coming, because he's sensible and will deal with you firmly.

Now I'll go and get supper." She left Agatha thoughtful.

George, whose business occasionally brought him into the neighborhood, had written to say that he was coming and would stop the night, and Agatha wondered what he wanted to talk about.
He would certainly give her good advice, but they seldom saw alike and she braced herself for a struggle, although she was fond of her brother.
Supper in the bright cedar-paneled room was a cheerful function, and as she looked about and joined in the talk Agatha was conscious of a feeling that was hardly strong enough for envy or actual discontent, but had a touch of both.

Mabel looked happy and modestly proud.

She was obviously satisfied and in a way enjoyed all that a woman could wish for.