She stooped over her tale while he piously sliced and gulped down the apple,discoursing:

"0ne thing I've done: cut down my smoking.

"Had kind of a run-in with Graff in the office. He's getting too darn fresh.I'll stand for a good deal, but once in a while I got to assert my authority,and I jumped him. 'Stan,' I exclaimed--Well, I told him just exactly where he gotoff.

"Funny kind of a day. Makes you feel restless.

"Wellllllllll, uh--" That sleepiest sound in the world, the terminal yawn.Mrs. Babbitt yawned with it, and looked grateful as he droned, "How aboutgoing to bed, eh? Don't suppose Rone and Ted will be in till all hours. Yep,funny kind of a day; not terribly hot but yet--Gosh, I'd like--Some day I'mgoing to take a long motor trip."

"Yes, we'd enjoy that," she yawned.