table revolving thoughts of her own in silence. A new servant
had been recently installed and had forgot the napkins. On this
account the silence was irritably broken by a reproof.

"I've told you about this before, Maggie," said Mrs. Hurstwood.
"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. "One would think I never did
anything, the way you begin."