Ethel
I don’t know, but from the way he talks he must have quite a bit.
Mrs. Benson
Well, he had better trade some of it for a little common sense.
Ethel
By the way, mother, is this Thursday or Friday? You know we’ve invited the Asterbilts for dinner Friday, and you know—
Mrs. Benson
Interrupting.
That’s what’s the matter, and this is Friday and it’s six-thirty now. They ought to have been here three-quarters of an hour ago—mighty good thing they’re late.