But, you know, commonplace people never appreciate the efforts that serious thinkers make for them, and Aunt Evelyn refused to come to the table at all when dinner was announced. She said she had lost her appetite and felt faint.
But Aunt Emmy came. She asked the blessing. Papa always has her do that on Thanksgiving Day and Christmas and New Year's. And she made a regular prayer out of it — prayed for Fothy, you know, right before him; and prayed for me too. It was awful.
And afterward poor dear Fothy said he wished he had talked about Art.
"It's safe," I said; "then people can't get offended, for nobody knows what you mean at all."
"Oh," said Fothy, "nobody does?" And he went away quite melancholy and injured.
CITRONELLA AND STEGOMYIA
WE were talking about famous love affairs the other evening, and Fothergil Finch said he was thinking of writing a ballad about Citronella and Stegomyia.
And, of course, everybody pretended they knew
who Citronella and Stegomyia were. Mrs. Voke
Easeley — You've heard about Voke Easeley and his
New Art, Haven't you? — Mrs. Voke Easeley said:
"But don't you think those old Italian love affairs have been done to death?"
"Italian?" said Fothy, raising his eyebrows at
Mrs. Voke Easeley.