"I've just let mine go. You see we had a place--a sort of Vegetarian and
Free Love Community proposition, but it didn't work out so we sold it."

"And your husband?"

"Oh, he's on his own for a while. I'm deciding what to fly at next. I
always ask nephew Bill's advice so as to know what not to do."

"Forgot to mention it," said Petticoat, strolling in, "but a few people are
coming to-night to help me plan for my new Color Organ."

"What's that?" asked Warble, gazing at Petticoat in azure-eyed adoration.

"Oh, Lord, don't you know _anything_? Tell her, Aunt Dressie!" and turning
on his French heel, Petticoat walked delicately out of the room.

"Treat him rough, Warble, you're an awful fool," commented the older woman.
"Why, a Color Organ is that marvelous new invention that plays color
instead of sound."

"Color--instead of--sound--"

"Yes--now don't try to understand, for you can't possibly. Go and play with
the children."

"I won't. Tell me more about this thing."

"I won't. You can hear it to-night, when they all talk about it."

"What use is it?"