"You literary people have strange thoughts," she observed, addressing the room at large. "I have often thought I should like to write, if I only had the time."
"Why don't you?" Bobby inquired blandly. "The result would be sure to be interesting."
But Beatrix interposed.
"Are you as busy as ever, Mrs. Avalons?"
"Busier. It is such a bore to be in this perpetual rush; but I can't seem to help it. Lent didn't bring me any rest, this year; and, now that Easter is over, it seems to me that we are more gay than ever."
"That is the penalty of having an early Easter," Sally suggested. "We had to stop for Lent in the middle of the season, and now we are finishing up the sins of which we have already repented."
"Oh—yes," Mrs. Lloyd Avalons responded blankly.
"Can you get all your arrears of penitence done up in six weeks, Sally?" Bobby asked, as he passed her the almonds.
"Yes, if I've not seen too much of you," she returned. "Mrs. Avalons, when are you going to give us another recital?"
Mrs. Lloyd Avalons rose to the cast.