"By Jove," said the Doctor, "that is a good story. I wish I had told it."
"Thank you, Doctor," laughed the Trained Nurse. "I thought it was a bit in your line."
"But fancy the cleverness of the little thing to do all the details up so nicely," said the Lawyer. "She dovetailed everything so neatly. But what I want to know is whether she planned the baby when she planned the make-believe husband?"
"I fancy not," replied the Nurse. "One thing came along after another in her imagination, quite naturally."
"Poor little Josephine—it seems to me hard luck to have had to imagine such an every day fate," sighed the Divorcée.
"Don't pity her," snapped the Doctor. "Poor little Josephine, indeed! Lucky little Josephine, who arranged her own romance, and risked no disillusion. There have been cases where the joys of the imagination have been more dangerous."
"You are sure she had no disillusion?" asked the Critic.
"I am," said the Nurse.
"And her name was Josephine?" asked the Divorcée.
"It was not, and Utica was not the town," replied the Nurse.