Mrs. Betty laughed.
“I believe you yourself have been particularly wicked this winter, Mr. Mainprice.”
“I must plead guilty, madam.”
“You are quite well now, I hope?”
Mr. Mainprice frowned, and half shut one eye.
“Nearly well, madam. I ventured out last night without orders.”
“The Primrose League Concert?”
“Now, madam, you have found me out!”
Mrs. Betty and the épicier regarded each other with a sympathetic sense of humor.
“We were there, Mr. Mainprice, and I was so annoyed because Dr. Steel was called away just before your daughter sang.”