she's so young, so indecently young. You know my mother, don't you, Bunny?
Never had the pleasure.
She looks younger than 'paspe, Paul explained. Always going to fortune-tellers. One told her last summer that she would fall in love at the age of thirty-two!
Dear Fannie, I'd like to see her again, Campaspe mused.
Where is your mother? asked Paul.
Fannie's in Paris.
Have you read about the Siamese twins? John Armstrong interpolated.
What? from Bunny.
One of them died!
Oh! from Campaspe.
One of them had a son, put in Paul.
If the public were more imaginative, the newspapers could not print such things, commented Campaspe.
Ki brought in a trayful of cocktails.
Why do Japs always smile? asked John Armstrong, as Ki retired to his little kitchen.
It's their mask, a perfect one, Campaspe replied. You never know what they are really thinking. I have a harder one. Why do Greek bootblacks always have such wonderful hair?
I suppose it's the essential oils, Paul began. . . . And then, with a swift transition, Let's go junketing; let's go to Coney Island!
