Chapter III

Mrs. Elmer made several visits to the bedroom. She had endeavoured throughout the day to arouse October to a sense of her responsibilities, but unsuccessfully. “You’d break the heart of a stone,” said Mrs. Elmer bitterly. She was a terribly thin woman, with a face that was all angles, and her manner was normally and permanently acidulated. “How can I pack, October? I don’t know what you want to take with you.” October put down her book and regarded the thin lady thoughtfully. “Anything. What does a bride wear, anyw…