"Go ahead with it.

You may sit at this table, if you like." Grace seated herself, nibbled at the end of her fountain pen reflectively, then began to write.

Mabel busied herself with her own work.

At last Grace shoved aside the closely written sheets of paper.
"It's done," she cried, in a triumphant voice.

"Now we can talk." "May I read it ?" asked Mabel.
"Of course, if you wish to," laughed Grace.