I believe it was the day after Mrs.Lansdale entertained the ladies' club last summer--I remember she was complaining of a headache--" "I never knew Mrs.Potts to make a little remark," I said.

I was not to be trifled with.

Solon grinned.
"Well, perhaps this one wasn't so very little, only I never thought of it again until this morning.

It was about Mrs.Lansdale's furniture." "Indeed," I said in cold disinterest, having designed to be told more.
"Well, Mrs.Potts thinks there may be something in it." His effort was to seem significant, but those things are apt to fail with me.
"Oh, I see.

Well, that's a good idea, Solon, but you and Mrs.Potts are slow.