CUPID AND THE PAINT-BRUSH Marjorie was sitting under the cedar on the tennis-lawn. It seemed to me that the best way of spending my morning would be to go and sit under the cedar on the tennis-lawn too. “Good morning,” I said as I came up. I had seen her before, but “Good morning” is such an excellent conversational gambit. “Good morning,” said Marjorie. She marked with a finger her place in she was reading, and tried to impress me with the idea that she was busy, but could give me two minutes if I had something of exceptional importance to say. I declined to encourage this absurd attitude. I took away her book kindly but firmly, laid it down on the grass out of her reach, and began
CUPID AND THE PAINT-BRUSH Marjorie was sitting under the cedar on the tennis-lawn. It seemed to me that the best way of spending my morning would be to go and sit under the cedar on the tennis-lawn too. “Good morning,” I said as I came up. I had seen her before, but “Good morning” is such an excellent conversational gambit. “Good morning,” said Marjorie. She marked with a finger her place in she was reading, and tried to impress me with the idea that she was busy, but could give me two minutes if I had something of exceptional importance to say. I declined to encourage this absurd attitude. I took away her book kindly but firmly, laid it down on the grass out of her reach, and began