"If you have nothing on hand for the afternoon, dear Amey, I wish you would come over at about one o'clock and take luncheon with me. It is so stupid. A. M."
I folded it up and smiled, as I went in search of my writing materials.
In half an hour after I was waiting to be admitted into their house. I was shown into Alice's apartment according to her direction. She was lying on a lounge by the fire, with her delicate hands clasped over her shapely head. Her long, yellow hair fell in soft braids on each slender shoulder. She wore a negligee of white, with delicate trimmings of swan's down and looked, on the whole, the living impersonation of luxury and beauty. When I was shown in she greeted me with a languid smile, but did not alter her comfortable position.
"I am so glad you've come, Amey," she said looking up at me where I stood beside her. "Just throw your becoming wearables anywhere there and come and sit down for a chat."
I did as she told me, and a moment later we were both settled luxuriously before the glowing embers ready for mutual entertainment.
"Did you think I was crazy, Amey, when you received my note this morning?" Alice asked, drawing the vagrant folds of her soft wrapper about her.
"Well, no, Alice," I answered slowly, "but I found it a little queer, that was all."
"Queer world, is'nt it Amey?"
I smiled, and still looking into the fire said, as if in soliloquy.
"How much alike we girls are. I came to that very conclusion an hour ago before my own embers."