'What _do_ you think happened the other day?
A cousin of mine who was up in London a little while bought a hat--it didn't suit her, and she insisted on giving it to me! She didn't know what to do to get rid of it! I'd given her something or other, for her birthday, and _she_ declared she would give this to _me_ for _my_ birthday, and so--I've got it on my hands.' 'What a very queer thing! It doesn't sound true.' 'No; does it?
Do have some more tea, Mavis darling.' 'No, thanks; I'll have another cake.' 'May I smoke ?' She laughed.

'Asking _me_! You do what you like in your own house.' 'It's yours,' he answered, 'when you're here.

And when you're not, even more,' he added as an afterthought.
He struck a match; she laughed and said: 'I don't believe I understand you a bit.' 'Oh--I went to the play last night,' said Vincy.

'Oh, Mavis, it was such a wearing play.' 'All about nothing, I suppose?
They always are, now.' 'Oh no.

It was all about everything.