“Who’s to be invited?” asked Mrs. Plummer.
“Who’s to be invited?” asked the Jimmies.
“Well—hem! Invite—anybody,” said Mr. Doty. “I’ll come: that makes one.”
“And I’ll make two,” cried Annetta, looking out of the window.
“What is it?—a party?” asked Hiram, stepping down from a high wood-pile with his long legs. “Oh, I’ll come! I’ll make three and a half. What kind of a party is it?—a birthday-party?”
“Oh, no, indeed!” said Mr. Doty. “Nothing of that sort. ’Tis a cocoanut-party.”
Just then little Effie came trotting along with her arm-basket.
“Can you come to our party?” asked Mr. Doty.
“No, I tan’t tum,” said Effie very soberly.
“What! not come to a cocoanut-party?” cried Hiram.