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Fashionably Late

Marguerite walked toward her husband, surveying his appearance. Then she frowned, puzzled. His hair was dripping wet.

"You're late," she said reproachfully, trying to seem angry and not succeeding.

"Fashionably," he replied, sweeping an elegant bow. He took her hand and kissed it. A cold drop of water fell from his hair and splashed against her skin.

Marguerite raised an eyebrow as her husband straightened. He laughed.

"Odd's fish, m'dear," he exclaimed, "but you really cannot blame me for this. It's no fault of mine that the Day Dream sprung a leak!"