15/26 She nestled luxuriously in an arm-chair, while Eunice dressed her young mistress, chattering away in French like a magpie. They descended together to luncheon; pale Eeny was totally eclipsed by brilliant Rose, and all the afternoon they spent together over the piano, and sauntering through the grounds. "You forgot me for this dazzling Kate, and now you are nowhere. You must come back to Grace again." "There is nobody like Grace," said Eeny, nestling close. "But Kate and Rose won't be always like this. |