“I have no business to be sleeping at this hour.” Mrs. Fordyce shook herself more fully awake and glanced at the clock. “Are you not lunching with the Thayers today?”
“Not going there until Saturday,” shortly. “Thank goodness I’m having a little rest today.”
“Are you tired, dear?”
“Somewhat,” reluctantly.
“Then perhaps you had better give up going to the dance tonight——?”
“Miss the Charity Ball? Well, I guess not. Why, mumsie, they say that’s the greatest fun ever.”
“I was only thinking of your health; you and Marjorie have both gone out rather strenuously this past week, and Marjorie is showing the strain also.”
“Then let her stay at home,” calmly. “I’m quite capable of taking care of myself; and, mumsie, people are laughing at me for being tied to Marjorie’s apron-strings.”
“What people?”
“Oh, some of the girls,” vaguely. “When you come down to it, mumsie, it is rather annoying to have to ask advice and instruction from a girl only a few years older than I.”