"Yes; didn't you know? And I shall have four days of perfect peace."
"You won't. You and Violet will disagree about hats, or the colour of a dress, or the education of children, or the true way of putting men in their proper place. It isn't everybody who agrees with you as I do."
"Yes, I know I shall miss you every minute of the time—that's what you wanted me to say, wasn't it?"
"Yes, that was it. You really do know how to lead me by a silken thread."
"And I shall probably get my breakfast in bed. You'll think of me, won't you, when you're breakfasting with the children? And don't let John have jam every day."
"I shall give him," I said, "a pot for himself."
"Good-bye," she said, pressing a paper into my hand. "I've written down some things that must be attended to."
"I shan't attend to them," I shouted, as she walked off.
"Breakfast in bed," she called back.
R. C. L.