"Why didn't you write yesterday?"
"I didn't have any time."
"Why don't you wait until afternoon?"
"You know they are to be read tonight."
"Oh, very well, go ahead, and I won't bother you. I dare say the dinner will be all right. But if you would just tell me which to use, lace or chiffon with the blue?"
"Lace," I said, in desperation.
Bee half-way closed her eyes and took Billy's hand out of the cream-pitcher.
"I think I'll use chiffon," she said.
The only use my advice is to Bee is to fasten her on to the opposite thing. She says I help her to decide because I am always wrong.
"Now will you keep Billy away and excuse me to all visitors, and don't come near my door for three hours and send my luncheon up at one o'clock, and don't send after the tray! Leave it there until I have finished writing."