Laurie had been a marked case, she remembered; he wouldn't let
the thing alone, and his contempt of Anglican clergy, whom Maggie
herself regarded with respect, was hard to understand. In fact she had
remonstrated on the subject of the Vicar....
Maggie perceived that she was letting her thoughts run again on
disputable lines; and she made a remark about the Balkan crisis so
abruptly that Mrs. Baxter looked at her in bewilderment.
"You do jump about so, my dear. We were speaking of Laurie, were we
not?"
"Yes," said Maggie.
"It's the twentieth he's coming on, is it not?"
"Yes," said Maggie.
"I wonder what train he'll come by?"
"I don't know," said Maggie.
* * * * *
A few days before Laurie's arrival she went to the greenhouse to see
the chrysanthemums. There was an excellent show of them.
"Mrs. Baxter doesn't like them hairy ones," said the gardener.
"Oh! I had forgotten. Well, Ferris, on the nineteenth I shall want a
big bunch of them. You'd better take those--those hairy ones. And some
maidenhair. Is there plenty?"
"Yes, miss."
"Can you make a wreath, Ferris?"
"Yes, miss."
"Well, will you make a good wreath of them, please, for a grave? The
morning of the twentieth will do.
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