His Second Wife

"This isn't an old frame house in Ohio, this is a gay little place in New York You're going to love it, living here And you're pretty much of a kid, my dear, to be criticizing like an old maid " She had gone into Amy's room, and there her mood had quickly changed. For the curtains and the deep soft rug, the broad low dressing table with its drop-light shaded in chintz, the curious gold lacquered chair, the powder boxes, brushes, trays, the faint delicious perfume of the place; and back in the shadow, softly curtained, the low wide luxurious bed-had given to her the feeling that this room at least was personal. Here two people had really lived-a man and a woman. There had come into Ethel's brown eyes a mingling of confused delight and awkward admiration. And her sister, with a quick look and a smile, had lost the slightly ruffled expression her face had worn in the other rooms. She had regained her ascendancy.