Jinny. Day before yesterday. The eleventh Tuesday since our marriage. Have you been in town all day? I am glad to see you!
[She sits on the arm of the chair with her arm about her mother.
Mrs. Tillman. Yes, and I told your father to meet me here and we'd take the six-thirty train from Long Island City.
Jinny. Jack and I are going to the theatre to-night.
Mrs. Tillman. I thought they were all closed!
Jinny. Oh, no, there are several musical comedies on,—Jack's favorite form of amusement,—and I've bought the tickets myself for a sort of birthday party.
Mrs. Tillman. Is it his birthday?
Jinny. No, that's only my excuse!
Mrs. Tillman. [Laughing.] Had we dreamed you and Jack were coming home in June, your father and I wouldn't have gone into the country so early.
Jinny. We've been home two weeks and it hasn't been hot yet.