“No, I won’t, Nan, honest, I won’t. I’ve only to tell the driver 783 East Ninety-fifth Street, and he’ll take me right there.”
“You’ll forget the number.”
“I’ll write it on a card, and keep it in my bag. I’m not an infant, you know.”
“Well, all right, dear, if you think you won’t get lost. Telephone me as soon as you’re safely at your friend’s, won’t you?”
“Yes, I will. What time will you get home, yourself?”
“About six. But you see, Patty wants the car at five——”
“Oh, I know,—I know all about it, and that’s why I insist on carrying out my own plans.”
“You’ve sent your suitcase, haven’t you?”
“Yes, that was part of my well-laid plan. You must admit, Nan, I’ve looked out for everything.”
“Yes, you have, Helen; and I consent, for I can’t see any way out of it. You see Patty is on the reception committee, and she must——”