“Good morning,” she returned, composedly.
“What have you been buying?” he asked, looking curiously at the parcel in her hand.
“Embroidery.”
“For some other person, I suppose.”
“No, for myself.”
“Why, I never saw you with a needle in your hand in my life.”
“You will now,” she said, calmly.
“How’s the park getting on, Berty?”
“Famously; we have electric lights, and the children can stay till all hours.”