“But I don’t just know how,” she went on, “we _could_ make him
comfortable. Mrs. Edgerton won’t be well in time. And he _mustn’t_ stay
at the Greens’.” She waxed indignant at the very possibility. “In _her_
guest-room, my dear? With those Honiton laces, and that scorbutic
carpet, and the whirligig pattern on the walls—and the windows giving on
the parti-colored slate roof of the gymnasium?”