"
"Oh, but how selfish!" said Olga. "You mustn't do that."
Lucia gave the silvery laugh.
"You are all very tiresome about my going to the Riviera," she said.
"But I don't promise that I shall give it up yet. We shall see!
Gracious! How late it is. We must have sat very late over dinner. Why
were you not asked to dinner, I wonder! I shall scold Georgie for not
asking you. Ah, there is dear Mrs Weston going away. I must say
good-night to her. She would think it very strange if I did not.
Colonel Boucher, too! Oh, they are coming this way to save us the
trouble of moving."
A general move was certainly taking place, not in the direction of the
door, but to where Olga and Lucia were sitting.
"It's snowing," said Piggy excitedly to Olga. "Will you mark my
footsteps well, my page?"
"Piggy, you--you Goosie," said Olga hurriedly. "Goosie, weren't the
tableaux lovely?"
"And the carols," said Goosie. "I adored the carols. I guessed. Did you
guess, Mrs Lucas?"
Olga resorted to the mean trick of treading on Goosie's foot and
apologising. That was cowardly because it was sure to come out
sometime. And Goosie again trod on dangerous ground by saying that if
the Page had trod like that, there was no need for any footsteps to be
marked for him.
It was snowing fast, and Mrs Weston's wheels left a deep track, but in
spite of that, Daisy and Robert had not gone fifty yards from the door
when they came to a full stop.
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