"Really, Kitty, a most beautiful wardrobe! and such an extraordinary piece of luck for such a little scatter-brain as you! Why, they do say that Mr. Raymond's last book is just wonderful."
"Mr. Raymond's last book!" And Kitty let the satin-lined morocco case, with all its ruby treasures, fall from her hand.
"Why, haven't you read it, dear? So clever, and all that, dear."
Kitty had tact enough to turn the conversation; but just as soon as her visitor had gone, she faced her mother, with blazing eyes and cheeks, and said, "What is Max's business—a lawyer?"
"Gracious, Kitty! What's the matter? He is a scientist, a professor, and a great—"
"Writer?"
"Yes."
"Writes books and magazine articles and things?"
"Yes."
Kitty thought profoundly for a few moments, and then said, "I thought so. I wish Jack Warner was at home."