"You look pretty pale," Alice said, and sighed heavily. "It makes me ashamed, having you work so hard—for me."
"How foolish! I think it's fun, getting ready to entertain a little again, like this. I only wish it hadn't turned so hot: I'm afraid your poor father'll suffer—his things are pretty heavy, I noticed. Well, it'll do him good to bear something for style's sake this once, anyhow!" She laughed, and coming to Alice, bent down and kissed her. "Dearie," she said, tenderly, "wouldn't you please slip upstairs now and take just a little teeny nap to please your mother?"
But Alice responded only by moving her head slowly, in token of refusal.
"Do!" Mrs. Adams urged. "You don't want to look worn out, do you?"
"I'll look all right," Alice said, huskily. "Do you like the way I've arranged the furniture now? I've tried all the different ways it'll go."
"It's lovely," her mother said, admiringly. "I thought the last way you had it was pretty, too. But you know best; I never knew anybody with so much taste. If you'd only just quit now, and take a little rest———"
