"the girls said I was to be sure to introduce you the moment you came and I never thought a thing about it. Do forgive me—I'm the stupidest girl. Mrs. Black—I mean Mr. Crane—no, Mrs. Crane"
"We've been introduced," said Mr. Black, rather shortly. "Might I have a glass of water?"
A pained, surprised look crept into Mabel's eyes. A moment later she went to the kitchen.
The instant the guests were left alone, Mrs. Crane did an odd thing. She leaned forward and spoke in a low, earnest tone to Mr. Black.
"Peter," she said, "can't we pretend to be sociable for a little while? It isn't comfortable, of course, but it isn't right to spoil those children's pleasure by acting like a pair of wooden dolls. Let's talk to each other whenever they're in the room just as if we had just met for the first time."
"You're right, Sarah," said Mr. Black.
