"Didn't go to the theater? Well, why not? Oh, I did wish you'd gotten home last night. There was the best movie at the Palace—Charlie Chaplin in 'Shoulder Arms'—he's in the army, you know, and of course it's screamingly funny, but very touching, too. One place everybody gets packages from home except Charlie, and he turns away so sadly and eats the cheese out of the mousetrap. Well, I mustn't tell you about it, because you may get a chance to see it sometime, and I don't want to spoil it for you. I hadn't an idea of going. I was just planning to stay quietly at home and finish these posters. How do you like them?"
"They're fine!"
"Oh, I think they're awful—not striking enough. This one's rather pretty. Look, Joe, the old-fashioned little girl. But this is awful—when will I learn not to try to do blue skies with water color? They always streak. Still, the effect isn't bad, is it? I guess they'll have to do; anyway, I'm certainly not going to waste any more time; and they have to have them to-morrow. I would have finished them last night, only Charlotte and Hoagland came to get me to go to the movies. Charlotte's had a permanent wave. What did you do if you didn't go to the theater?"
"Bill Salisbury had a dinner"
"Then you did need your dinner coat! Joe Green, what did I tell you?"
"No, I didn't. It was in a Russian place; you didn't have to dress."
