"I think she is playing tennis," returned Aunt Josephine.
"Oh, yes, I see her, thank you," the woman murmured, moving toward the tennis court, back of the house.
Elaine and I had agreed to play a couple of games and were tossing rackets for position.
"Very well," laughed Elaine, as she won the toss, "take the other court."
It was a cool day and I felt in good spirits. Just to see whether I could do it still, I jumped over the net.
Our game had scarcely started when we were interrupted by the approach of a stunning looking woman.
"Miss Dodge?" she greeted. "Will you excuse me a moment?"
Elaine paused in serving the ball and the woman handed her a card from her delicate gold mesh bag. It read simply:
Mme. Larenz Paris Gowns
Elaine looked at the card a moment while the woman repeated what she had already told Aunt Josephine.