But there! I suppose you don't know how artistic people feel about such things." She stopped long enough to take off her gloves and tie the strings of her long white apron a little tighter about her trim waist; then she went to work again.
"No, I suppose I don't understand," Miss Deborah acknowledged; "but never mind, we can talk here, only it is a little damp.

What do you think of asking them for Thursday?
It is a good day for a dinner party.

You are well over the washing and ironing, you know, and you have Wednesday for the jellies and creams, besides a good two hours in the afternoon to get out the best china and see to the silver.

Friday is for cleaning up and putting things away, because Saturday one is always busy getting ready for Sunday." Miss Ruth demurred.

"I should rather have it on a Friday." "Well, you don't know anything about the housekeeping part of it," said Miss Deborah, promptly.