and having escaped from her husband's enfolding arms, Mrs. Larry outlined the evening's plans.
"You remember that dear little Mrs. Norton I met coming from the Queensboro market? Well, she and I decided that on this block are enough housekeepers to form a market club—"
"No doubt the lady across the hall, with the chestnut locks and the five hundred dollar Pekinese, will be deeply interested in such a project."
"Now, Larry, don't be discouraging. We have been looking over our neighbors, and we're going to start with the ones that take their own babies for an airing on the drive."
"Wise and observant lady!"
"I wrote to Mrs. Bleecker Bangs, president of the Brooklyn Market Club, for suggestions, and she answered right away. Her letter with the clippings she enclosed will help us outline our plans."
"And who are 'we'?"
"Mrs. Norton, Teresa, Claire—"
"Then I'm expected to furnish a valid excuse for spending the evening away from home?"
