A CONVERSATION.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 5, Issue 233, 8 December 1916, Page 2 (Supplement)

A CONVERSATION.

" Phyllis !'■ Eleanor!" "It's three years at least since we met last 1" "Yes, at the dockers'. . . ." "'. . . during our Easter vacation."

"Oil, tell me, dear, tell me, what have you been doing with yourself all tfiis time? You re married, of course. But to whom ? I can just wait to hear! Xow begin at the beginning, dear, : t the very beginning, and tell me all about it!"

" Well, you remember that last Sunday at the Crockers' how I "

" Yes, that last Sunday—that wai the day my Wliliara proposed. Oh, Eleanor, you should see my WiLliamand the twins . But go on. dear. please go on—l am just dying to heir you." "Well, as I was saying, thta Sunday ■ "Oh, Eleanor! quick! we mustn't stand here in the street, this way, wel*l be run over! Look! that was Sirs. Shaifty's motor that just passed us. Such a woman! Clothes and jewellery is all she thanks of—never a moment for her friends—only herself. 'Shaifty First!' they call her . 'Sunday* you were saying.' " 'Sunday?' Oh. yes, Sunday. That Sunday, that eventful Sunday! Shall I ever forget it —and that stuffy littlo arbour with the wicker chairs! 1 had been sitting there " " 'Sitting?' Surely you don't mean sitting! There was no sitting on those chairs! I remember how William tried to sit in one of them —one of the little flat mushroomy ones —and fell flat on the floor. His flannels were ruined, simply ruined, poor fellow! \*ou can imagine on a dirt floor; and all his tea over him, of course. Mr. Crocker fortunately had an extra pair which ha lent Jnm. Poor William! he didn't mind the tea so much, which was lukewarm anyway; but the new flannels were too small for him, too tight and too short both —oh, what a sight lie was! But, dear, you haven't told me about thai Sunday yet, and I'm simply splitting with curiosity. 'What ever were you doing in the arbour?'' " 'Doing?' Why, I hadn't been there five minutes alone before "

'Alone! Oh, Eleanor, what a hostess! Now that you speak of it, too, T remember what Lady de Constance remarked. 'Mrs. Crocker,' she said, 'pays us no attention, no attention whatsoever —we might bo summer boarders, regular paying boarders, for all the care she gives us!' By the wa-. do >ou know the Lady Constance? Such a creature! Such an exquisite creatine! Not beautiful, you know, but gracious; and poised, my dea-, poised—. Oh. just see, it's six already and William will be waiting!— oh. my dear, you must excuse me, yon really' must! I've been so interested 'n all you've had to say I simply didn't dream it was so late: but really, dear, I can't stop now to hear another word, not another word—l know it's rude to rush off this way without a syllable n you about myself; but, dear, our motor's being painted, and I'll simplv have to fly . Here's my address! Now do call soon. dear, soon!—terribly glad we met—good-bye, good-bye—you don't know how I've enjoyed our conversation !" —"Judge."