“Don’t say it that way.”
“How shall I say it?”
“As if you meant it. Do you know what a frigid little thing you are? Your letters were like frosted cakes.”
She laughed. “They were the best I could do.”
“I don’t believe it. But I am not going to talk of that now. When can I come and see you? And how much time have you to spare for me?”
“Not much. I can’t leave the babies.”
“Your sister’s children. Can’t you trust the maids?”
“Maids? Listen to the man! We haven’t any.”
“You don’t mean to tell me that you are doing the housework.”
“Yes, why not? I am strong and well, and the kiddies are adorable.”