the serious side. Instead she burst into a peal of laughter, whereat her mother laid a reproving hand upon her mouth.
“Hush, Celia, she will hear you,” she said, and looked anxiously back at the little house fast vanishing from sight through the carriage window. “It really isn’t so bad a house and she seems refined. I suppose it can’t be helped now.”
“And why should it?” said Miss Celia, sobering down. “She is perfectly lovely and had the sweetest little home. What does it matter who they are if they are nice, I would like to know? She looks as if she was perfectly - happy. I should just enjoy such cozy love-in-a-cottage as that. I saw the dearest baby in white in the maid’s arms up at that pretty window behind the flowers. I’m going to take her up. I don’t care who she is and I don’t see why you care. Aren’t you ‘who’ enough yourself without bothering about other folks? It can’t hurt you any, mamma, if her grandfather didn’t know yours.”
“Celia,” said her mother severely, “you are very young and know very little of the world.”
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