“Went to a dance,” he nodded.
She was relieved to hear that. It was a better excuse than some, but still it was not a justifiable excuse for a man who needed all his energies.
“You didn’t get enough sleep, then.”
“I should say not,” Don admitted cheerfully. “In bed at four and up at seven.”
“You look it.”
“And I feel it.”
“You can’t keep that up long.”
“Sunday’s coming, and I’m going to sleep all day,” he declared.
“But what’s the use of getting into that condition?” she inquired.