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It seemed a very natural thing that Betty
should accompany Countess Coletti and Lucia
to church. Mr. Murchison came in later, Horace
having returned for him, Betty supposed. Like
a little mouse Betty sat quietly between the
countess and Lucia to listen to the service.
Mathilde Finn, whose church membership was
unknown to Betty, sat a few seats in the rear
and Betty hoped that Mathilde was not too
jealous or that she herself would not appear too
complacent over her entertainment. With some
of the girls as they were, about notice from the
“nobility,” it was impossible not to feel self-~
conscious at times. But Betty had none of that
toadying quality in her and was rather inclined
to the other extreme, of letting the “society”
people go more than their half way if they
wanted her company. She knew the sort of
people her father and mother admired and num-
bered among their friends, people who _were_ in
character and ideals, and it must be confessed
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