"It is."
"It's Friday."
"Why, Roger, you must be crazy! Don't you think I know what day it is?"
"It isn't Thursday," he said stubbornly. "Look!" And he held out the morning paper.
"Friday!" she exclaimed. "Why, this is a mistake! This must be last week's paper. To-day's Thursday."
She closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
"Yesterday was Wednesday," she said decisively. "The laundress came yesterday. I guess I know."
"Well," he said smugly, "look at the paper. There isn't any question about it."
With a bewildered look on her face she got out of bed and began searching for her clothes. Roger went into the bathroom to shave. A minute later he heard the springs creak again. Gretchen was getting back into bed.
"What's the matter?" he inquired, putting his head around the corner of the bathroom.