"Why, we dine at the Beemers' to-night."
"And to-morrow?"
"We go to the races on Walter Sedger's drag, and dine at the Washington Park Club."
"Is your husband going?"
"Of course."
"How does he leave his business?"
"I make him."
"Very well, then this morning before luncheon we take a walk as far as Lincoln Park."
"I can't walk that far, Florence."
"You are going to walk that far," said Florence, authoritatively. "I am your nurse, and I insist upon it."