"This dress-suit habit is the most pernicious I know. It's sapping the
liberties of the American people," he grunted at last in humorous despair.
"Let me, dear."
His wife tied it with neatness and dispatch, and returned to the inspection
of how her skirt hung.
"Mr. Harley asked me to thank you for calling on his wife. He says she gets
lonesome during the day while he is away so much. I was wondering if you
couldn't do something for her so that she could meet some of the ladies of
Mesa. A luncheon, or something of that sort, you know. Have you seen my
hat-brush anywhere?"
"It's on that drawer beside your hat-box. She told me she would rather not.
I suggested it. But I'll tell you what I could do: take Virginia Balfour
round to see her. She's lively and good company, and knows some of the
people Mrs. Harley knows."
"That's a good idea. I want Harley to know that we appreciate his
suggestions, and are ready to do our part. He has shown a disposition to
consult me on a good many things that ought to lie in Hobart's sphere
rather than mine. Something's going to drop.
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