The Gay Lady took Rhodora down to the river, and out in the boat. I
understood from what I heard later that the Gay Lady, although a fine
oarswoman, did not row Rhodora about the river. Rhodora began by
dropping into the stern seat among the cushions, but the Gay Lady fitted
two sets of oars into the rowlocks, and offered Rhodora the position of
stroke. The Gay Lady is very sweet and courteous in manner, but I could
quite understand that when she offered the oars to Rhodora, Rhodora
accepted them and did her best.
When they came back it was time for luncheon, and I took my guests to
the white room.
"What a cool, reposeful room, my dear," said Grandmother. She patted her
white curls in front of the mirror, which is an old-fashioned, oblong
one, in which two people cannot well see themselves at the same time.
Rhodora came up behind her, stooped to peer over her shoulder, and
seized upon the ivory comb which lay on the dressing-table. Her elbow,
as she ran the comb through her fluffy hair, struck Grandmother's
delicate shoulder.
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