Edith has lost and Jane has won. We shall spend the summer at the Lodge.
But I feel that Jane’s victory brings her no particular pleasure, that even to go to the Lodge is a concession she is making against some hidden apprehension. Yet to show just how baseless are most of these things, this morning Clara has been in a low mood, and I heard Jane inquire the reason.
“I dreamed last night that I’d lost a tooth,” said Clara. “That’s a sign of death, sure, Mrs. Porter.”
Edith, however, has won in one way. Warren Halliday is to have the boat-house.
We motored out together today, I to look over the Lodge more carefully, and Halliday to inspect his prospective quarters. He is thoroughly likeable, a nice clean-cut young fellow, not too handsome but manly and with a good war record, and badly c
