ing, and it seems to be for him. I was telling you about this meeting at Beaumont—this will interest you, too, Charlotte"
Oh, go home, go home, Kate thought, looking despairingly at his neat waves of hair, the tie puffling under a large scarf pin ("It was the dear dad's, Mrs. Green, one of the finest cat's-eyes I've ever seen") his thumb and finger pinching his pince-nez as he looked in his pocketbook for an inspirational clipping. You might just as well go, for I won't ask you to supper, Joe's last night before he goes back to college—the idea! Go on home to your little mother, God bless her, and God help her, too! Half past six—mercy! I don't care—chicken salad will keep. Why don't I just get up and go out?
"Pardon me, Mrs. Green—one minute! You'll enjoy this, When I was getting ready to leave for Vespers I saw mother and grandma with their heads together in a corner, and I said to them, what are you twe girls up to now, and grandma said"
I'll have to ask him, and it will just spoil Joe's last evening. Oh, Joe darling, why are holidays over so quickly? How can I stand having you go? I must try to make him run over to the Mortimer girls' just for a minute to say good-by; he won't want to, but it means so much to them . . . did I water the plants to-day? I'll wait five minutes longer, and then I'll have to go out and make the coffee.
