I looked at Aubrey, and he looked at me.
"To be sure we do! Do you think we are already so bored by each other that we send to New York for people to amuse us?" I cried, with some spirit.
"Oh, not at all!" answered Bee, politely. "Only, I thought perhaps, now that I am here, you would have some one from town for me to talk to."
"Why, I'll talk to you and so will Aubrey—"
I stopped in confusion. Again it was something in Bee's expression, I felt the same way when I called her attention to the length of the sorrels' tails. It reminded me that Bee preferred them docked.
"It is your first night with us, so nobody will be here to-night," I said, rising to the emergency. "But to-morrow we'll have somebody. I'll ask the Jimmies!"
"Or perhaps you could get Captain Featherstone from Fort Hamilton," suggested Bee.
"That is not likely," I said. "He has so many engagements."
"You might try him—by telephone," suggested Bee again.
"Certainly, I'll ask him," I said, cordially.