CHAPTER 12"Ready for church, Hilary? No? Well, hurry up, then, or we shall be late."
Miss Lavinia was pulling on her gloves as she came into the sitting-room at the private hotel.
"I don't feel like going to church this morning, Aunt Lavinia," Hilary returned lazily.
She was sitting beside Fee's couch at the window, watching the passers-by in the street.
"Well, whether you feel like it or not, you are coming," Miss Lavinia retorted brusquely. "You don't intend to have me go to church by myself, I presume?"
Hilary looked disinclined to move.
"If I come with you, Fee will be all alone. And I never knew you were fond of going to church, Aunt Lavinia."
"I dare say you didn't. But then you don't know everything about me," her aunt replied. "I was a most regular church-goer when I was you
