"I got—no rest—no rest."
"You're too excited, honey; that's all."
"No rest."
"Here—here's a brand-new hotel Bible on the table, dearie. Shall Shila read it to you?"
"Aylorff—"
"Now, now, mama. Now, now; you mustn't! Didn't you promise Shila? Look! See, here's a wreath wrapped in your shawl for Shila's little mama to work on. Plenty of wreaths for us to take back. Work awhile, dearie, and then we'll get Selene and Lester, and, after all the nice company goes away, we'll go home in the auto."
"I begged he should keep in his hate—his feet in the—"
"I know! The papers! That's what little mama wants. Mr. Haas, that's what she likes better than anything—the evening papers."
"I'll go down and send 'em right up with a boy, and telephone for the car.
The crowd's beginning to pour out now. Just hold your horses there, Mrs.
C., and I'll have those papers up here in a jiffy."
He was already closing the door after him, letting in and shutting out a flare of music.