Cowperwood.

"Well, it's lovely now, isn't it?" breathed Mrs. Butler. "Sure you'll be
happy here. Sure you will. When Eddie fixed the house we're in now, says
I: 'Eddie, it's almost too fine for us altogether--surely it is,' and he
says, says 'e, 'Norah, nothin' this side o' heavin or beyond is too
good for ye'--and he kissed me. Now what d'ye think of that fer a big,
hulkin' gossoon?"

"It's perfectly lovely, I think, Mrs. Butler," commented Mrs.
Cowperwood, a little bit nervous because of others.

"Mama does love to talk so. Come on, mama. Let's look at the
dining-room." It was Norah talking.

"Well, may ye always be happy in it. I wish ye that. I've always been
happy in mine. May ye always be happy." And she waddled good-naturedly
along.

The Cowperwood family dined hastily alone between seven and eight. At
nine the evening guests began to arrive, and now the throng was of a
different complexion--girls in mauve and cream-white and salmon-pink and
silver-gray, laying aside lace shawls and loose dolmans, and the men in
smooth black helping them. Outside in the cold, the carriage doors were
slamming, and new guests were arriving constantly. Mrs. Cowperwood stood
with her husband and Anna in the main entrance to the reception room,
while Joseph and Edward Cowperwood and Mr. and Mrs. Henry W. Cowperwood
lingered in the background. Lillian looked charming in a train gown of
old rose, with a low, square neck showing a delicate chemisette of fine
lace. Her face and figure were still notable, though her face was not as
smoothly sweet as it had been years before when Cowperwood had first met
her. Anna Cowperwood was not pretty, though she could not be said to be
homely. She was small and dark, with a turned-up nose, snapping black
eyes, a pert, inquisitive, intelligent, and alas, somewhat critical,
air. She had considerable tact in the matter of dressing. Black, in
spite of her darkness, with shining beads of sequins on it, helped her
complexion greatly, as did a red rose in her hair. She had smooth, white
well-rounded arms and shoulders. Bright eyes, a pert manner, clever
remarks--these assisted to create an illusion of charm, though, as she
often said, it was of little use. "Men want the dolly things."

In the evening inpour of young men and women came Aileen and Norah, the
former throwing off a thin net veil of black lace and a dolman of black
silk, which her brother Owen took from her. Norah was with Callum, a
strai