It is our season, you know." Mrs.Jerry pondered while she said: "How too entrancing!" What did come out this month?
Oh, plays! And whose season was it?
The actor's, of course! He could not be an actor with that beard, but--ah, she remembered now! "Are they really clever this time ?" she asked roguishly--"for you must admit that they are usually sticks." Tommy blinked at this.

"I really believe, Mrs.Jerry," he said slowly, "it is you who don't know who I am!" "You prepare the aristocracy for the stage, don't you ?" she said plaintively.
"I!" he thundered.
"He had a beard," she said, in self-defence.
"Who ?" "Oh, I don't know! Please forgive me! I do remember, of course, who you are--I remember too well!" said Mrs.Jerry, generously.
"What is my name ?" Tommy demanded.
She put her hands together again, beseechingly.

"Please, please!" she said.

"I have such a dreadful memory for names, but--oh, please!" "What am I ?" he insisted.
"You are the--the man who invents those delightful thingumbobs," she cried with an inspiration.
"I never invented anything, except two books," said Tommy, looking at her reproachfully.
"I know them by heart," she cried.
"One of them is not published yet," he informed her.
"I am looking forward to it so excitedly," she said at once.
"And my name is Sandys," said he.
"Thomas Sandys," she said, correcting him triumphantly.

"How is that dear, darling little Agnes--Elspeth ?" "You have me at last," he admitted.
"'Sandys on Woman!'" exclaimed Mrs.Jerry, all rippling smiles once more.