"Good-morning, Maud. I don't feel very well. I have a splitting headache."
"Oh, that's too bad, dear. What are you doing for it?"
"Nothing—yet. If it doesn't get better I shall have Mr. Willoughby call up Dr. Guthrie."
"Oh, I hope it gets better soon. You poor creature, don't you think a little trip into town might make you feel better? Had you thought of going to-day?"
"Why, no. I hadn't thought of going in. Are you going?"
"Did you see the Trimble ad. in the morning paper?"
"No, I didn't see the papers this morning. My head felt too bad."
"Well, just glance at it. It will interest you. They have the Kimberley Queen, the great new South African diamond on exhibition there."
"They have? I never heard of it before, but isn't that interesting. I certainly would like to see it. Have you ever seen it?"
"No, but I have made up my mind not to miss a sight of it. They say it is wonderful. You'd better come along. I may have something interesting to tell you, too."
"Well, I believe I will go. Thank you, Maud, for suggesting it. Perhaps the little change will make me feel better. What train are you going to take? The ten-two? All right, I'll try to meet you at the station. Good-bye, Maud."
"Good-bye, Ella."
