It's not fair to the girls.

It isn't so much their dancing, as their conversation--all about the first meet, and yesterday's cubbing, and to-morrow's covert-shooting, and their fox-terriers (though I'm awfully fond of the dear dogs), and then that new golf course.

Really, it's quite distressing to me at times." Again Mrs.Pendyce looked out into the room with her patient smile, and two little lines of wrinkles formed across her forehead between the regular arching of her eyebrows that were still dark-brown.

"They don't seem able to be gay.

I feel they don't really care about it.