The
name, too, had a familiar sound. She was quite sure the aunt must
be the same rather over-dressed persistent young widow who had
flitted in and out of Washington society the last year of her own
stay in the capital. She had finally married a rich New York man
of the same name. So she had heard.
The tea to which Jack and Corinne were invited was the result of
this conversation. Trust Miss Felicia for doing the right thing
and in the right way, whatever her underlying purpose might be;
and then again she must look this new protege over.
Peter at once joined in the project. Nothing pleased him so much
as a function of any kind in which his dear sister was the centre
of attraction, and this was always the case. Was not Mrs. McGuffey
put to it, at these same teas, to know what to do with the hats
and coats, and the long and short cloaks and overshoes, and lots
of other things beside--umbrellas and the like--whenever Miss
Felicia came to town? And did not the good woman have many of the
cards of the former function hidden in her bureau drawer to show
her curious friends just how grand a lady Miss Felicia was?
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