"I'm not going to tell you again." Hurstwood took a glance at his wife.

She was frowning.

Just now her manner irritated him excessively.

Her next remark was addressed to him.
"Have you made up your mind, George, when you will take your vacation ?" It was customary for them to discuss the regular summer outing at this season of the year.
"Not yet," he said, "I'm very busy just now." "Well, you'll want to make up your mind pretty soon, won't you, if we're going ?" she returned.
"I guess we have a few days yet," he said.
"Hmff," she returned.

"Don't wait until the season's over." She stirred in aggravation as she said this.
"There you go again," he observed.