She felt that she could no longer conceal her own annoyance, and she was glad of this adoring audience of one.
"I had planned something myself for the next meeting, something which has never been done," said she, "something new, and stimulating." "Oh, how lovely!" cried Annie.
"But of course, like all really clever plans for the real good and progress of a club like ours, something has to come up to prevent," said Margaret.
"Oh, what ?" "Well, I had planned to have Lydia Greenway, you know she is really a great artist, come to the next meeting and give dramatic recitations." "Oh, would she ?" gasped Annie Eustace.
"Of course, it would have meant a large pecuniary outlay," said Margaret, "but I was prepared, quite prepared, to make some sacrifices for the good of the club, but, why, you must have read it in the papers, Annie." Annie looked guiltily ignorant.
"I really do not see how you contrive to exist without keeping more in touch with the current events," said Margaret.
Annie looked meekly culpable, although she was not.

Her aunts did not approve of newspapers, as containing so much information, so much cheap information concerning the evil in the world, especially for a young person like Annie, and she was not allowed to read them, although she sometimes did so surreptitiously.
"It was in all the papers," continued Margaret, with her censorious air.

"Lydia Greenway was obliged to leave unexpectedly and go to the Riveria.

They fear tuberculosis.

She sailed last Saturday." "I am so sorry," said Annie.