one pansy.

Faith's devotion to the Doctrine of Elimination allowed nothing else in
the hall, but in the living room there were three whole pieces of
furniture besides, of course, the caterer's gilt chairs brought in to hold
the restless sex as they tried to rest from their restlessness.

Faith Loveman looked curiously at Warble.

"You can't be very restless," she observed, "you'd be thinner."

Warble smiled engagingly.

"I do want to be thinner," she conciliated, "how can I?"

And, somehow, that started them all off. They restlessly gave advice,
recommended certain exercises, uncertain drugs and most unattractive
diets.

They told their own experiences, extolled or berated their masseuses,
scribbled addresses of corsetieres for one another, and in their interest
and restless excitement they forgot all about Warble and she wanted to go
home.

But she had her mission to perform, and she waited until they restlessly
changed the subject.

They discussed current plays and seemed to get out of them far more than
the author ever put in. They talked of a picture exhibit at the Gauguin
Galleries, but this was as Choctaw to Warble; not a word could she