"Oh—? Why not?"
"Because you've lots of things to do, and I've got to finish these notes, and I have to sit with Harriet while she does her German—"
"Where's Fraulein?"
"Fraulein's going to drive Vic over to the Partridges' for luncheon, and I promised Swann I'd talk to him about favors and things for tomorrow night."
"Well—busy Lizzie! And what have I to do?"
Margaret reached for a well-filled date-book.
"You were to decide about those alterations, the porch and dining room, you know," said she. "There are some architect's sketches around here; the man's going to be here early in the morning. You said you'd drive to the yacht club, to see about the stage for the children's play; you were to stop on the way back and see old Mrs. McNab a moment. You wanted to write Mrs. Polk a note to catch the 'Kaiserin Augusta', and luncheon's early because of the Kellogg bridge." She shut the book. "And call Mr. Carr-Boldt at the club at one," she added.
"All that, now fancy!" said her employer, admiringly.
She had swept some scattered magazines from a small table, and was now seated there, negligently shuffling a pack of cards in her fine white hands.
"Ring, will you, Peggy?" said she.