"And
who do you think was there--your friend, Mrs. Winnie Duval."
"Indeed," said Montague.
"I had quite a long talk with her," said she. "I liked her very
much."
"She is easy to like," he replied. "What did you talk about?"
"Oh, everything in the world but one thing," said Lucy,
mischievously.
"What do you mean?" asked Montague.
"You, you goose," she answered. "Mrs. Winnie knew that I was your
friend, and I had a feeling that every word she was saying was a
message to you."
"Well, and what did she have to say to me?" he asked, smiling.
"She wants you to understand that she is cheerful, and not pining
away because of you," was the answer. "She told me about all the
things that she was interested in."
"Did she tell you about the Babubanana?"
"The what?" exclaimed Lucy.
"Why, when I saw her last," said Montague, "she was turning into a
Hindoo, and her talk was all about Swamis, and Gnanis, and so on."
"No, she didn't mention them," said Lucy.
"Well, probably she has given it up, then," said he. "What is it
now?"
"She has gone in for anti-vivisection.
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