" He laughed.
His sister joined them, coming in from the next room. She had a proposal
to make. It was that Joan should take over the weekly letter from
"Clorinda." It was supposed to give the views of a--perhaps
unusually--sane and thoughtful woman upon the questions of the day. Miss
Greyson had hitherto conducted it herself, but was wishful as she
explained to be relieved of it; so that she might have more time for home
affairs. It would necessitate Joan's frequent attendance at the office;
for there would be letters from the public to be answered, and points to
be discussed with her brother. She was standing behind his chair with
her hands upon his head. There was something strangely motherly about
her whole attitude.
Greyson was surprised, for the Letter had been her own conception, and
had grown into a popular feature. But she was evidently in earnest; and
Joan accepted willingly. "Clorinda" grew younger, more self-assertive;
on the whole more human. But still so eminently "sane" and reasonable.
"We must not forget that she is quite a respectable lady,
connected--according to her own account--with the higher political
circles," Joan's editor would insist, with a laugh.
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