Laura sighed.
"It's comfortable," she said wearily.
"Not!" retorted Elfie saucily. Sitting on the bed, she jumped on the mattress as if trying it: "Say, is this here for effect, or do you sleep on it?"
"I sleep on it," said Laura quietly.
"No wonder you look tired," laughed her caller. "Say, listen, dearie, what else is the matter with you, anyway?"
Laura looked up at her companion in pretended surprise.
"Matter?" she echoed. "Why, nothing."
"Oh, yes, there is," insisted Elfie, shaking her head sagaciously. "What's happened between you and Brockton?" Noticing the faded flowers in the vase on the table, she took them out, and after tossing them into the fireplace, refilled the vase with the fresh gardenias which she was wearing. Meantime, she did not stop chattering. "He's not broke, because I saw him the other day."
"You saw him? Where?"
"In the park. He asked me out to luncheon, but I couldn't go. You know, dearie, I've got to be so careful. Jerry's so awful jealous—the old fool."