"Mr. Farnsworth?"
"I don't think he'd like them, either. And,—too,—Bill isn't very chummy with me lately."
"Why not?"
"Dunno."
"Did you quarrel?"
"Now, Nan, don't ask such leading questions. We didn't exactly quarrel, and yet again, I suppose we did quarrel,—at least, I did,—he didn't. I sort of snubbed him, and he took it more seriously than I meant, if you call that a quarrel. But anyway, he wouldn't stand for the Blaney crowd, I'm sure of that."
"All right, ask Chick. As you say, he'll chum with anybody. He's a splendid dinner guest."
Channing accepted the invitation with pleasure, and the party was made up.
"I don't want anything eccentric or foolish," Patty said to Nan, regarding the appointments, "but I do want it aesthetic and artistic."
"You can arrange it as you like, dear," Nan said, kindly, and Patty did.