Chapter 41

Valancy had gone home once and got her cushions. And Cousin Georgiana had given her one of her famous candlewick spreads of most elaborate design. “For your spare-room bed, dear,” she said. “But I haven’t got any spare-room,” said Valancy. Cousin Georgiana looked horrified. A house without a spare-room was monstrous to her. “But it’s a lovely spread,” said Valancy, with a kiss, “and I’m so glad to have it. I’ll put it on my own bed. Barney’s old patch-work quilt is getting ragged.” “I don’t see how you can be conte…