“Then it is high time you did,” insisted Ellen, still bossy. “Any one with such a pretty white throat should show it. My conscience, Cousin Rindy! Nobody could call that anything but modest in the extreme.”
“But I shall be so conscious and uncomfortable.”
“You’ll be mighty comfortable on a hot day like this, and if it should happen that you sink through the floor with shame I’ll get the rector to go down into the cellar and bring you up.”
“You do talk the most utter nonsense.”
“Every one talks nonsense when they’re giving a birthday party. I hope I won’t do anything perfectly scan’lous before the day is over.”
“I’m not sure that you won’t,” returned Miss Rindy grimly, “considering the way you have begun.”
“That isn’t a circumstance to the way I shall end,” retorted Ellen lightly.
“I want to see that list of invitations,” Miss Rindy changed the subject.
“You shall see it.”
“How did you word your notes?”