“Not if I have anything to do about it,” Amelia contributed her bit.
“And I’d like to know why not!” Laura retorted.
“Simply because I was just down in the village with you and I know what kind of food we would get, if you did the buying, just one course after another of chocolate sodas with chocolate cream, and then you would top it all off with devil’s food cake a la mode.” With this, Amelia looked significantly at the spot on the front of Laura’s skirt.
“Oh, darling, let’s make peace,” Laura capitulated, “or we will never accomplish anything at all this afternoon. I nominate Rhoda to have charge of the food. Do I hear a second?”
“I second the motion,” Bess replied. “All in favor say ‘Aye’.”
There was a chorus of “Ayes”.
“The motion is carried,” Bess, the self-appointed chairman closed the question. “Now, who wants to take charge of the guest list?”
“Aren’t we getting pretty high-hat with guest lists, and all?” Laura asked. “Just ask the people to come. There doesn’t have to be any fuss about it.”
“Oh, Laura, it’s about time you grew up,” Bess silenced her friend. “We’re going to do this party up right. It’s not going to be a secret midnight spread, though they are fun,” and her eyes twinkled as she remembered the one down in the boathouse at which they had entertained Mrs. Cupp.
“Let’s make this different than anything we have ever had before. Let’s make it dignified and have everybody wear party dresses. Let’s invite Dr. Beulah and Professor Krenner. Nan loves them both. I’m sure she would feel very proud, if they came.”