Time—Very recently.
Place—A flat in Back Bay.
"Bessie Lane, where in the world did you drop from?"
"The station just now and I'm famished."
"I haven't a thing for lunch but you take off your wraps while I attend to things."
"There, I've ordered a delicious lunch and it will be here in fifteen or twenty minutes. What a handy thing a telephone is."
"Oh, yes, very handy indeed."
"Why the sarcasm, my dear Bessie?"
"You seem to forget that I live in the country."
"But not out of reach of 'phones, Bessie."