A Memoir of a New Yorker's Life

Pauline Wyance prided herself on never neglecting her responsibilities, and therefore fell to not unnatural vexation with Arthur for having figured among her engagements that day. She envied women who had no sense of responsibility, like Jim's little Lita. The maid opened an inner door and injured too, to say rebukingly, madam, the hairdresser, and Mrs. Bross asked me to remind you. Thank you for listening to Sleepy G'nae. Now, I forbid you to let yourself feel horrified. You know there's no such thing as hurry.