Do you like California? she asked, after she had invited him to sit down.
I do not. I do not like California. There was emotion in his tone.
Mrs. Six smiled. I know, she replied. Too much sun, the monotonous sun. We all get tired of it, but, believe me, sometimes it rains and then you'll want the sun back. On the whole we're happy here. Auburn has her work, and my work is to take care of Auburn. We both have plenty to do. This bungalow is pleasant and I don't have to worry about housekeeping and servants as I would if Auburn built a villa at Santa Monica or Beverly. I think Auburn is the only important star in the place without a villa in Beverly, a Hispano Suiza, and a collection of police dogs. I've no doubt the others consider her eccentric.
At this juncture the star entered, radiant in a yellow-green frock and a flopping straw hat of the same shade which brought out the verdant lights in her pale hair.
Hello! she cried. I wondered if you'd come.
Good morning, Ambrose responded gravely. I promised, you know.
She laughed. Do you always keep your promises?
I try to.
Well, you'll probably get over that habit here, but
