"I'm going down town to dinner with Harry; I'll meet him there. And afterward we are going to the theatre."
"What fun!"
"Yes, fun for me," said Alice slowly. "I persuaded him to go. Just think, Bettina, we haven't been to the theatre one single time since we've been married!"
"And that is—let's see—about six weeks?" said Bettina, laughing. "Come into the kitchen, Alice. I'm making a cranberry pie for dinner."
"A cranberry pie? One of those darling criss-crossy ones?" said Alice joyfully, throwing off her evening cloak. "Do let me help. I used to make little cranberry pies in a saucer when I was little! I had forgotten that they existed! Harry shall have one to-morrow!" And she rolled out the crust with deft fingers.
"How easily and quickly you do everything, Alice."
"Yes, too easily. Getting breakfast is fun, and getting dinner is fun, but it's over too soon. What do you do in the evening, Bettina?"
"Oh, stay at home and read and mend mostly. What do you do?"
"That's the trouble. Don't you get dreadfully bored just sitting around? Harry likes it—but I don't see how he can."
"But aren't you tired in the evening? I suppose he is."