It was late, and Ann was tired from her golf.
There was an eager little flutter, and Ann had stepped forward.

"Oh, I'm not at all tired, Katie," she said.
"Does she _look_ tired ?" scoffed Wayne.

"She's only tired of being made to play the invalid.

Hurry along, Katie.

If you girls aren't sufficiently befrocked, frock up at once." Katie hesitated, annoyed.