“As an object lesson in remembering. Good, I’m glad you did it,” said the girl with the eyeglasses.
“M’hm. I told the maid not to sit up for us, and I saw for myself that every door and window was fastened tight—for once Tom climbed in at the pantry window when he had forgotten his key and didn’t want me to know how late he stayed at the club.”
“I suppose he complained next day because the window was open, too,” murmured the girl with the dimple in her chin, “men are so illogical!”
“Well, no, dear; but he would have done so, only the clock happened to strike three as he came upstairs, and I counted the strokes aloud. Well Tom was cross at being kept waiting, but my gown fits so well that I felt at peace with all mankind.”
“Even your own husband!” said the brown-eyed blonde. “It must indeed fit well.”
“Yes. And I enjoyed the evening immensely, for I knew I had such a good joke on Tom when we got home.”
“Yes, and what happened then?” asked the girl with the eyeglasses.
“Oh, it was great fun. He searched in all his pockets twice, rang the bell until he was tired, though the maids asleep in the third story might as well have been in Greenland for all the good that did. Then, he tried to force each door and window before he came back to the carriage to tell me that we were locked out!”
“And then you—”
“I said: ‘Why didn’t you tell me before, dear? Luckily, there is one of us who remembers things.’ If you could only have seen his face as he took the key I gave him!”