SIXTEENAfter a pleasant interlude during which tea was partaken of and the March children were cordially admired Miss Silver returned to Willow Cottage. So far from being reticent about her visit, she expatiated upon it at considerable length.
‘Such a charming house. Such charming people. Mrs March in such delightful looks.’ She even quoted Lord Tennyson.
Miss Wayne was all interest.
‘I haven’t met her myself, but surely, wasn’t there some story?’
Miss Silver smiled.
‘There could be no possible story about Mrs March which did not redound to her credit.’
Miss Renie became extremely confused.
‘Oh no—of course not—I didn’t mean—I had no idea of suggesting—that is the worst of living in a village, people do talk so. And as an old friend of my mother’s used to say, there don’t seem to be
