What would they say now? This prospect so disturbed
the young woman that she again touched the button, and again
Hortense glided in.
"Hortense, tell Parkins to let me know the moment Mr. John comes
in--and get me my blue tea-gown; I sha'n't go out to-day." This
done she sank back on her pillows.
She was a slight little body, this Corinne--blue-eyed, fair-
haired, with a saucy face and upturned nose. Jack thought when he
first saw her that she looked like a wren with its tiny bill in
the air--and Jack was not far out of the way. And yet she was a
very methodical, level-headed little wren, with several positive
convictions which dominated her life--one of them being that
everybody about her ought to do, not as they, but as she, pleased.
She had begun, and with pronounced success, on her mother as far
back as she could remember, and had then tried her hand on her
stepfather until it became evident that as her mother controlled
that gentleman it was a waste of time to experiment further. All
of which was a saving of stones without the loss of any birds.
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