"Bare floors?"

"No, carpets. More homey, you know. Nice Brussels in the parlor--real Body
Brussels--Bigelow--and in the bedrooms, Ingrain. Oh, the hominess of a
new-laid Ingrain carpet, with lots of fresh straw under it! You acquainted
with Avery Goodman, the Rector?"

"I've met him."

"Splendid man-spiritual-minded and all that. Fine preacher, too. Very
soulful. I often sob right through his sermons. Better go hear him."

"My husband is a busy man--we haven't time for church."

"No, spose not. Doctors are kept on the jump. Specially specialists. And I
know your husband is busy. Say, is there any truth in the report that he
pays the grocers and delicatessen men to get--you know--doubtful canned
goods, and not too fresh sea foods and all that--so there'll be more
ptomaine cases?" "What a good idea!" Warble cried. "I had not heard of it,
but if Bill does that he's more efficient than I thought him!"

"I spose he's terribly in love with you?"

"Bill? Oh, yes. We adore each other."

"I didn't know. The Petticoats are all so thin--"

"Yes, a change is always pleasant." Warble gave her engaging smile.

"Maybe. That Daisy Snow now--she's so pretty _and_ slender. Dr. Petticoat