Synopsis

"So," continued Mrs. Meadowsweet, settling herself in a lazy, fat sort of a way in her easy chair, and looking full at her visitor with a complacent smile, "so I called her Beatrice. I thought under the circumstances it was the best name I could giveit seemed to fit all round, you know, and as he had no objection, being very easygoing, poor man, I gave her the name." "Yes?" interrogated Mrs. Bertram, in a softly surprised, and but slightly interested voice; "you called your daughter Beatrice? I don't quite understand your remark about the name fitting all round." Mrs. Meadowsweet raised one dimpled hand slowly and laid it on top of the other. Her smile grew broader.