It will be something to tell your friends about."
"Send what I should have. I'd ride a llama through a sea of champagne for
a new experience."
Mrs. Minturn turned from the telephone with a contemptuous sneer on her
face; but Leslie's gay laugh persisted in her ears. Restlessly she moved
through her rooms thinking what she might do to divert herself, and
shrinking from all the tiresome things she had been doing for years until
there was not a drop of the fresh juice of life to be extracted from them.
"I'm going to take a bath, go to bed early and see if I can sleep," she
muttered. "I don't know what it is that James is contemplating, but his
face haunts me. Really, if he doesn't be more civil, and stop his morose
glowering when I do see him, I'll put him or myself where we won't come in
contact. He makes it plain every day that he blames me about Elizabeth.
Why should he? He couldn't possibly know of the call of that wild-eyed
reformer. So unfortunate that she should come just at that time too! Of
course hundreds of children die from spoiled milk every summer, the rich
as well as the poor.
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