"Oh, Billy, you fatuous idiot! It'll be someone else to-morrow."
"It will NOT," said William, without conviction "No, my little treasure has all my heart--"
"Honestly," said Susan, in fine scorn, "it's cat-sickening to hear you go on that way! Especially with that snapshot of Anna Carroll still in your watch!"
"That snapshot doesn't happen to be still in my watch, if it's any business of yours!" the gentleman said, sweetly.
"Why, it is TOO! Let's see it, then!"
"No, I won't let you see it, but it's not there, just the same."
"Oh, Billy, what an awful lie!"
"Susan!" said Mrs. Lancaster, partly in reproof, partly to call her niece's attention to apple-pie and tapioca pudding.
"Pudding, please, auntie." Susan subsided, not to break forth again until the events of the day suddenly rushed into her mind. She hastily reviewed them for William's benefit.
"Well, what do you care?" he consoled her for the disappointment, "here's your chance to bone up on the segregating, or crediting, or whatever you call it."