"I like the Jamiesons," said Mrs. Fielden; "they are so intelligent. Have you ever noticed that their watches all keep exact time, and that they tell you the hour to the very second? And they always know what day of the month it is, and when Easter falls, and how much stuff it takes to make a blouse."
"You wrong Eliza Jamieson," I said; "she studies philosophy."
"Oh," said Mrs. Fielden eagerly, "I forgot to tell you, I have begun to study philosophy. I began last week. Will you lend me some books, please? I want to be very wise and learned."
"Why?" I asked.
"I think," said Mrs. Fielden, "that it might be nice if people did not always call one frivolous; and that if I studied philosophy——"
"I shall not lend you any books," I said.
"That is rather disobliging of you."
"Because," I said, "our lives should always show a perfect equation. If you are a frivolous person you should behave frivolously."
"You mean as I am a frivolous person," said Mrs. Fielden.
"As you are a frivolous person," I repeated.