"
"Then she isn't taking advantage of us because we are Americans, the
way the cabmen do?"
"Oh yes, I dare say she is; but you must stand up to her. They're a
set of thieves, the whole of 'em. I say, that's a pretty picture
you've got pinned up there."
"That's to hide a hole in the lace curtain," I explained,
gratuitously. Then I remembered, and glanced apprehensively at my
sister, but fortunately she had not heard me. "That is one of the
pictures from _Truth_, an American magazine. I always save the middle
picture when it is pretty, and pin it up on the wall."
"That is one thing where the States are away ahead of us--in their
illustrated magazines."
"Don't say 'the States!' I've told you before. I didn't know you ever
admitted that anything was better in America."
Reggie only smiled affably. He ignored my offer of battle, and said:
"Abingdon is asking your sister to dine. I'm asked, and Freddie and
his wife, and I think you will enjoy it."
When they were all gone I marched downstairs to Mrs. Black without
saying a word to any one. When I came up I found my sister hanging
over the banisters.
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