Chapter SevenAfter a Sunday of the most blameless description Sally felt at peace with the world and in an angelic state of conscience rather unusual for her. Bill and she had parted friends, “for about the first time ever” as Sally put it; she had sat through a very dull sermon without going to sleep; and on Sunday afternoon had spent an hour and a half reading aloud to Mrs. Preston’s bedridden mother. What she had not bargained for was finding the cottage filled with a nice selection of Cally’s relations. Hannah Preston was, of course, to be expected—and endured. She was a person of many mournful disapprovals which clung like a mist and always made Sally feel limp. One went braced to meet her, and gave her credit for being a devoted daughter; but Cally’s married niece, Ellen, and her unm
