“Oh, there's Evelyn Rogers. Let's call her in. Evelyn! Evelyn!”
Hilda was at the window gesticulating and calling.
“Young ladies,” said the president, “I'm surprised. Come to order. Good-morning, Evelyn. We are met to consider an important matter—'How to Cook Wives.'”
Evelyn laughed.
“Is that all you called me in for? I heard enough of that last night. It was George Daly's theme all the evening.”
“Were you at the box party?” asked Hilda.
“Yes, I was so silly as to go. Oh, these society people just wear me out. I'm more tired this morning than I should be if I'd worked at a churn all day yesterday. They're so stupid. They talk all night about nothing.”
“You ought to commend them for intellectual economy; they make a little go such a long way,” said Prudence.
“Seriously, though, are you met to consider that piece?” asked Evelyn.
“No,” said Puddy. “We just happened to meet, and that came up for discussion.”