“Why should it be worse for me?” Estelle retorted with a pout; but she did see the point there, that threat of a life of mouldering spinsterhood – so she cocked her head at Angeline.
She had already been trying to do things differently this season – be more pleasant, more coquettish, more demure, to attract notice – and she didn’t particularly want Angeline to steal her thunder, but she could not afford to turn down a little nudge of help, if her sister had it.
So – “How ought we help each other?” Estelle prodded. “Do you have some grand idea?” A grand scheme, more like; but Angeline’s head was well-known to be full of air.
She had already been trying to do things differently this season – be more pleasant, more coquettish, more demure, to attract notice – and she didn’t particularly want Angeline to steal her thunder, but she could not afford to turn down a little nudge of help, if her sister had it.
So – “How ought we help each other?” Estelle prodded. “Do you have some grand idea?” A grand scheme, more like; but Angeline’s head was well-known to be full of air.
