Meadowsweet. I quite understand
the all-roundness and suitability of your choice in the matter of
names."
Then the great lady sailed out of the room, and Beatrice flew to the
window, placed herself behind the curtain and watched her down the
street.
"What were you saying about me, mother?" she asked, when Mrs. Bertram
had turned the corner.
"I was only telling about your name, my dearie girl. _He_ always
gave me my way, poor man, so I fixed on Beatrice. I said it would fit
all round, and it did. Shut that window, will you, Bee?--the wind is
very sharp for the time of year. You don't mind my calling you Bee now
and then--even if it doesn't seem quite to fit?" continued Mrs.
Meadowsweet.
"No, mother, of course not. Call me anything in the world you fancy.
What's in a name?"
"Don't say that, Trixie, there's a great deal in a name."
"Well, I get confused with mine now and then. Mother, I just came in to
kiss you and run away again. Alice Bell and I are going to the lecture
at the Town Hall. It begins at five, and it's half-past four now.
Good-bye, I shall be home to supper."
"One moment, Bee, I am really pleased that your fine friend's mother has
chosen to call at last."
Beatrice frowned.
"Catherine is not my fine friend," she said.
"Well, your _friend_, then, dearie.
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