"But you are all uneven," laughed Mrs. Smyth.
"Now, that is cruel, Mrs. Smyth; 'tis 'love's labor lost,' after having utilized all the mats, towels and pillow-shams in my bedroom as stuffing, to be simply told I am uneven."
"Stuffing never goes down with me, Mrs. Dale," laughed Mrs. Smyth.
"It's a good thing for us you are not a man," said Mrs. Dale, demurely.
"Women all angles would cry 'hear, hear!'" laughed Mrs. Gower.
"But you don't ask me what brought me in this morning."
"No, I am too glad to have you; but is it a call of a mouth full of news?"
"Yes, which I shall stuff you with 'as pigeons do their young.'"
"Me, too!" piped Mrs. Dale.
"Mr. King is in town, Mrs. Gower; there, I thought I should electrify you, but you don't seem to care."