“Is the linen come from Lentföhr, Mamma?”
“No, but here are two dozen tea-serviettes.”
“That is nice. But he promised it by this afternoon. My goodness, the sheets still have to be hemmed.”
“Mamsell Bitterlich wants to know about the lace for the pillow-cases, Ida.”
“It is in the right-hand cupboard in the entry, Tony, my child.”
“Line—!”
“You could go yourself, my dear.”
“Oh, if I’m marrying for the privilege of running up and down stairs—!”
“Have you made up your mind yet about the material for the wedding-dress, Tony?”
“Moiré antique, Mamma—I won’t marry without moiré antique!”