“The Washingtons? Who are they?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Besides, I’ve a small headache,” Mrs. Sixsmith said, selecting herself a quill.
“What can I do to relieve it?” Miss Sinquier wondered, taking up a newspaper as her friend commenced to write.
Heading the agony list some initials caught her eye.
“S——h S——r. Come back. All shall be forgiven,” she read.
“I can’t epistolize while you make those unearthly noises,” Mrs. Sixsmith complained.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Where are we going to dine?”
“Where is there wonderful to go?”