"You wouldn't like to get up in the morning to make your biscuits," said Gertrude.
"O yes, I would! I needn't have breakfast very early, you know."
"The good butter wouldn't be on the table if you didn't," said Mrs.
Starling.
"Wouldn't it? Why? Does it matter when butter is made, if it is only made right?"
"No; but the trouble is, it cannot be made right after the sun is an hour or two high."
"An hour or two!" Mrs. Reverdy uttered a little scream.
"Not at this time of year, mother," interposed Diana.
"Do you get up at these fearful times?" inquired Miss Masters languidly, turning her eyes full upon the latter speaker.
Diana scarce answered. Would all the minutes of their visit pass in these platitudes? could nothing else be talked of? The next instant she blessed Mr. Masters.
"Have you heard from the soldier lately?" he asked.