"You are, of course, unprejudiced, lady mother," he laughed back from the lowest step.
"It's natural I should be—being only a mother," she explained, gayly.
"Ah," she went on, "I am so happy to have you at home with me! Not happy at having asked those people down. They come on the twenty-seventh."
"Whom have you asked?"
"The Prescotts."
"Good."
"The Porters and Sallie Maddox."
"Better."
"And Anne Lennox."
There was a silence.