"TELEPHONE, mother! Charlotte."
"Oh, bother! Turn off the hose, Joe, will you, dear? I wish to goodness Charlotte would get over thinking she has to call me up every day. It always comes just when I'm at the bottom of the back yard or in the middle of a cake or something. . . . Hello!"
"Well, Aunt Kate! I hope you weren't doing anything."
"Oh, hello, dear! No, indeed, I was just doing a little sprinkling. It was too hot for it till after supper. How are you? I was sort of worried when you didn't telephone all day"
"I was at a bridge lunch at Marian Cressy's."
"Oh yes, I know; you told me you were going. How was it?"
"Oh, very nice."
"Who was there, Charlotte? What did you wear?"
"Oh, just the usual crowd."
"Did you have a nice lunch? It's been so hot I haven't wanted a thing but iced tea all day, myself, but to-night Mrs. Driggs sent over a bowl of homemade ice cream; it tasted awfully good. What did Marian have?"
