Noticing that Virginia did not join in his merriment, he stopped and asked:
"Don't you think it's funny?"
"Yes, dear. It probably is," she answered evasively.
"There's no 'probably' about it—it certainly is," he insisted. "I don't think you got it, so I'll tell it again. He wanted me to put up a factory—"
"I understood," she interrupted coldly.
He looked at her closely, as if unable to understand her cold indifference.
"Well—don't you think it's funny?"
Wearily she answered:
"Yes, dear, it is."
"You don't seem to enjoy it," he grumbled.