“It is always possible to leave,” he suggested.
“But Mother so enjoys the pictures.”
“Then, by all means, let’s stay.”
“They always put them at the end. Oh, dear me, I don’t think I shall ever come again.”
“I enjoyed the singing,” he confessed.
“Oh, Don, it was horrible!”
“Still, that song about the restaurant in the alley––”
“The what?” she exclaimed.
“Wasn’t it that or was it apple blossoms? Anyhow, it was good.”