Maude The lace for my dress gave out,–do you remember? And I wore Paris muslin and Mamma was sick.
Jack It was a great day! You remember your Aunt?
Maude Poor Aunty! I can see her now–so 'fraid I would forget–sitting on the edge of her chair! And those lemon drops,–I thought I should faint when Bob brought 'em up!
Jack Yes, I remember how his shoes squeaked! And Bob would usher!
Maude Poor Aunty, I hope she is happier now out among the Hottentots. Aren't they Hottentots?
Jack (with scholarly precision). Your Aunt, my dear, is in Korea. Korea is an island just east of–
Maude (vaguely). Well aren't the Hottentots there, too? I thought they were all together over there somewhere,–all fat and dusty together, with their queer hats like plates,–all praying and embroidering lovely silks.
Jack As I was saying, Korea is east of–of Asia.
Maude (taking another biscuit). Asia was always hard for me. The rivers had such dreadful names! "1902! 1902! We are the people, who are you?" What fun we had! Let's go back!
Jack Haven't time. You write 'em greetings and so on, and enclose three dollars. I wonder where old Grindem is?