"Where are you going?" he said.
(How bony she looked to-day!)
"To the mass meeting at the haystack."
"What mass meeting?"
"You don't mean to tell me you've forgotten!"
"Oh, I remember now. This is the day of your rally." But she was not satisfied.
"I must say, you take a fine interest in my work!" she exclaimed caustically. "Why, you act as though you didn't care whether I raised the funds for that laying-in hospital or not!"
"I do, dear. But to-day ... I ... I don't feel well. I have a headache."
"I'm sorry.—But hurry and come along, or you'll be late."
The thought of facing that gabbling assemblage was revolting to him.