Chapter TwoHeloise had decided to spend most of Sunday in bed and Gilda had carried first her breakfast upstairs at a very late hour and then her luncheon.
She had cooked the lamb very carefully and, Heloise, having eaten two helpings, had actually said that she found it tender.
Now she sat up in bed looking exceedingly beautiful and was ready to talk.
“I am so glad you had such a good night,” Gilda said. “You must have been very tired to sleep so late.”
Heloise laughed.
“It was not so much being tired as taking an extra-large dose of laudanum.”
Gilda was horrified.
“Laudanum!” she exclaimed. “You know Mama always disapproved when the doctor used to suggest that Papa should take a spoonful at night when his rheumatism was bad.”
“I could not sleep without it.”
Gilda was looking dis
