“Gracious, Patty! What a question! I don’t know, I’m sure. Are you going in for more philanthropy? Because, if so, do wait for a more convenient season.”
“No; it isn’t philanthropy. It’s——I say, Nan, how could a headless man write a letter?”
“He couldn’t.”
“And does a bookworm eat straight through a book, or zigzag?”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard the Bookworm is only a fabled animal, like a griffin. Or, no; I think it’s an extinct species, like the Dodo.”
“Oh, Nan! You are so deliciously ignorant.”
“No more so than you, or why do you ask me these things? Now, Patty, stop this nonsense, and get dressed. What are you doing, anyway?”
“Oh, Nan, the loveliest scheme ever! Let me tell you about it.”
“No, not now. I must go down to the drawing-room. And you must follow just as soon as you can. Do you hear?”
“Yes, I hear, you old Loveliness. But just tell me when London——”