I hope you'll come and see me." From the door in the hallway Ethel came back in a sort of a daze--till her eye lit on the blue china clock on the mantel.
"Seventeen minutes!" she exclaimed.

And then after one quick look around, she flung herself on the sofa in tears.

"I bored her! How I bored her! How stupid I was, and comic--a child! And then solemn--too solemn--all music and art--and education and--how in the world do I know what I said?
Or care! I hate the woman! I hate them all! Seventeen minutes! Isn't that just like New York ?" But from this little storm she soon emerged.

Grimly sitting up on the sofa, she reached out a hand icy cold, took the tea-pot and poured out a cup.

It was strong now, thank Heaven! And frowning gravely into space, Ethel sat and drank her tea..