so interesting last year. He told Henry so."
"Beatrice," burst out Lucretia, "I can't go to any dinner party to-night! I draw the line there. I've been traveling since yesterday at ten o'clock, didn't sleep a wink on the train last night, walked way down to Faneuil Hall Market, stopping at every fruit stand on the way for those silly kumquats, and am sopping wet."
"Why, Lucretia Hamilton! I thought you'd be willing to do anything to help. I thought you'd be willing to do anything for Henry (and what you do for me is for him), after all he tries to do for you—I thought, Lu—"
"I know, I know, Bee. Only how can I? My trunk isn't here. I haven't anything to wear."
"You can wear that spangly evening gown of mine. I haven't had it on for nearly a year. No one will remember it."
"A dress of yours, Bee! Why, I'm six inches taller than you! I'd be ridiculous."
"Nobody will look at the length of your skirt, Lucretia. You'll be sitting down most of the time, anyhow. If you won't do it you'll simply spoil the dinner, and I've worked so hard. I've simply slaved! I'm so tired I can hardly stand. I—"
"Oh, I'll do it, I suppose. Don't get all worked up as late as this."
