care, and we don’t want them going into some dirty secondhand
“They won’t have to. We can store them in the attic at Outland, Heaven knows it’s big enough! You don’t have to do anything with them just now.”
“It seems a pity, when somebody might be getting the good of them. I know Scott could do very well with that chiffonier of mine. He admired it greatly, I remember, and said he’d never had one with proper drawers for his shirts.”
Rosamond’s lip curled.
“Don’t look like that, Rosie! It’s naughty. Stop it!” Louie reached forward and shook her gently by the elbows. “And how can you be sure the McGregors wouldn’t like our things, when you’ve never asked them? What positive ideas she does get into her head!”
“They wouldn’t want them because they are ours, yours and mine, if you will have it,” she said coldly, drawing away from him.
Louie sank back into his seat and gave it up.
“Why do you think such naughty things? I don’t believe it, you know! You are so touchy. Scott and Kitty may be a little standoffish, but it might very possibly make them feel better if you went at them nicely about this.”
He rallied and began to coax again.
“She’s got it into her head that the McGregors have a grudge, Doctor. There’s nothing to it.”
Rosamond had grown quite pale. Her upper lip, that was so like her mother’s when she was affable, so much harder when she was not, came