"The—well—you know. Somebody's receiver is down. They are listening in. Don't you hear that clock ticking?"
"Oh, don't mind that. Tell me."
"They've hung up, I think. Guess what I mean. The festivities are going to be hurried up. We want you to take part in them. It's going to be in two weeks. Now do you know? It begins with w."
"You mean Ruth is going to be——"
"Yes, but don't breathe it. We want you at it—you know—the w. You and me, dressed alike in blue dimity. There won't be many people."
"Oh, Peggy, I couldn't."
"Yes, you can. The way I look at it is that we might as well be philosophical about it and have a good time, even if our hearts do hang down to our boots. Don't you say so? Mother is calling me and I've got to go. Don't breathe a word. I'll tell you all about it to-morrow. I'll be over. Good-bye."
"Oh, good-bye!" said Elizabeth.