“Lunch is ready, love. Come in as soon as you can, as I want to move back to the lower town.”
“My dear! Am I crazy—?”
“Guess not. Where have you been all this time?”
“But, love!” she cried, “is my mind unbalanced?”
“Guess not. You seem reasonable.”
“Is this our uptown house?”
“Certainly, dear. Do come in to lunch.”
“Then where is—the other house?”
“Right here. Do come into the house, dear. The elevator boy is in a hurry to move her back again, as he can’t go to dinner till we are safe at the bottom of the hill.”
Young Mrs. Arburton entered her uptown house and closed the door. When in the privacy of her colonial dining-room she kissed her husband with enthusiasm.