Dwight, in his easy, careless way, had mixed his dates and was bringing Sally a day ahead! How stupid of him! "What have I on ?" "Did she come up ?" she breathlessly asked.
"No, Mrs.Lanier, she's waiting below." "Did she give her name ?" "Yes--Mrs.Carr." "Oh." Ethel gasped and sank down in a heap.

"All right, ask her to come up," she said, in a tone of indifference.
When the maid had gone, she almost called her back.

She did not want to see Fanny Carr.

Still--why not?
Oh, let her come.

And in the two or three minutes that followed, Ethel passed from a mood of depression to one of easy good-natured contempt.