Months ago that must 'a' been, nearly a year. So I signals a fray-juggler to pull up more chairs, and we has quite a reunion. 

 Seems they'd been on a long honeymoon trip: done the whole Pacific coast, stopped off a while at Banff, and worked hack home through Quebec and the White Mountains. Think of all the carfares and tips to bell-hops that means! He don't have to worry, though. Income is Westy's middle name. All he knows about it is that there's a trust company downtown somewheres that handles the estate and wishes on him quarterly a lot more'n he knows how to spend. Beastly bore! 

 "What a wonderful time you two must have had!" says Vee. 

 Doris shrugs her shoulders. 

 "Sightseeing always gives me a headache," says she.  "And in the Canadian Rockies we nearly froze. I was glad to see New York again. But one tires of hotel life. Thank goodness, our house is ready at last. We moved in a week ago." 

 "Oh!" says Vee.  "Then you're housekeeping?" 

 Doris nods.  "It's quite thrilling," says she.  "At ten-thirty every morning I have the butler bring me Cook's list. Then I 'phone for the things myself. That is, I've just begun. Let me see, didn't I put in to-day's order in my—yes, here it is."  And she fishes a piece of paper out of a platinum mesh bag.  "Think of our needing all that—just Harold and me," she goes on. 

 "I should say so," says Vee, startin' to read over the items.  "'Sugar, two pounds; tea, two pounds—'" 

 "Cook leaves the amounts to me," explains Doris; "so I just order two pounds of everything." 

 "Oh!" says Vee, readin' on.  "'Butter, two pounds; eggs, two—'  Do they sell eggs that way, Doris?" 

 "Don't they?" asks Doris.  "I'm sure I don't know." 

 "'Coffee, two pounds,'" continues Vee.  "'Yeast cakes, two pounds—' Why, wouldn't that be a lot of yeast cakes? They're such little things!" 

 "Perhaps," says Doris.  "But then, I sha'n't have to bother ordering any more for a month, you see. Now, take the next item.  'Champagne wafers, ten pounds.'  I'm fond of those. But that is the only time I broke my rule. See—'flour, two pounds; roast beef, two pounds,' and so on. Oh, I mean to be quite systematic in my housekeeping!" 

 "Isn't she a 

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