I think your soul is made of white lilac." "Why do you people always talk about souls ?" asked Patty, gaily.

"You don't mean souls really, you know; you mean--well, what do you mean ?" "No, we don't mean souls in the theological sense, we mean the higher understanding and finer sensations." "Oh," said Patty, not much enlightened.
"And you are coming to see us soon, aren't you?
Alla said you promised her you would." "Yes, I did.

And I will come.

Do you have regular meetings, like a club,--or what ?" "Yes, like a club, but not on set dates.

I'll let you know when the next one--or, stay, I know now.