"All except the studio.
We had a partition taken out and two rooms thrown together for that.

Now the company will have to go in there and entertain themselves while I put the finishing touches to the dinner.

The kitchenette will only hold one at a time." Betty and Phil obediently went into the studio to renew their acquaintance of two years before, begun at Eugenia's wedding, and wandered around the room looking at the various specimen's of Joyce's handicraft pinned about on the walls.

One of the first pauses was before a sketch of Lloyd, done from memory, a little wash drawing of her.

Mary, standing in the doorway, heard Phil say, "Tell me about her, Miss Betty.
She writes so seldom that I can only imagine her conquests." For a moment Mary watched him, as he studied the sketch intently.