The Cat

by Violet Hunt

'Well, I went to lunch in a restaurant with Auntie May, and had tournedos—that means turn your back.'

'What to?'

'The fire, of course, till they were done,' said Amerye quickly. 'They were all seamed across in bars. I ate two.'

'And what did you drink?'

'Ah—oh—lemonade. Auntie May had champagne.'

'I've had champagne once—in London,' said Rosamond thoughtfully.

'How much?'

'Half a wine-glassful.'

'And how did you feel?'

'As if I should like to lay my head on somebody's shoulder and go to sleep.'