“For a game of tag? I can imagine your elderly relative seconding the motion!”
“A little motion would do him and us all a lot of good. He’s really awfully nice, Alec; and he hasn’t once asked me how I like Woodford. I’m so tired of answering that question; I’ve even thought of getting my answer printed on little slips of paper and handing one to every new person I meet.”
“Oh, but there’s time yet! The turkey is just going off, having gone off considerably—before going off. And experience teaches me that there is more to follow.”
“I begin to understand why Thanksgiving is kept only once a year.”
“Why, Señorita?” the General asked, overhearing the remark.
“It is so perfectly lovely to be called ‘Señorita!’” Blue Bonnet assured him; “I haven’t been called that since Benita said good-bye to me, until to-day.”
“But you haven’t answered General Trent’s question, Blue Bonnet,” Miss Lucinda reminded her.
“I—was trying not to, Aunt Lucinda!” Blue Bonnet answered.
There was a laugh, then the General said, “I withdraw it, Señorita,” and the talk drifted off to other things.