“No; I didn’t sleep in, its ... I’ve been to early mass.”
“Walked?” exclaimed Arnold. “Lord!”
“Oh, Mr. Munroe, I’m so sorry!” cried the Doña, “you should have told me last night ... you see, I didn’t know you were a Catholic.”
“I bet you don’t know what ‘to sleep in’ means,” Rory whispered to Concha.
2
“Why didn’t you tell me Mr. Munroe was a Catholic?” said the Doña as she was putting on her things for mass.
“How could I have told you when I didn’t know myself?” answered Dick from his bed.
“Well, he is, anyhow ... and what we’re going to do with him to-day with you in bed ... it’s very odd, every time you invite any one down who isn’t your precious Hugh Mallam or one of your other cronies you seem to catch a cold. Poor Dick, you won’t be able to play golf to-morrow!” and with this parting thrust the Doña left the room.
But Dick was too comfortable to be more than momentarily ruffled.