"Looks that way to me. And I'm sorry to do that, too. How many are asked, Mona?"
"About twelve, counting you and me. I thought it would be such a nice welcome for you."
"And so it would! You're a dear to think of it. I suppose your things are all ordered?"
"Yes; a caterer will bring the supper. I don't know what it will be,—cook looked after it."
"Cook! Cook! Mona—I have an idea! No, I haven't, either! It's too crazy! Oh, DO you suppose we could? LET'S!"
"Patty, are YOU crazy? What ARE you talking about? And it's almost five o'clock. I suppose I must telephone them not to come! Well, I'll go home and do it, and you come on over as soon as you're ready. We'll spend the evening alone in my boudoir, and we'll amuse ourselves somehow."
"Wait a minute, Mona. Let me think. Yes, I do believe I'll do it! Mona, suppose I provide a chaperon. Will it be all right to have the party then?"
"Why, yes, if it's a proper kind of a lady,—of course it will."
Patty's eyes twinkled. "I don't know whether you'll think her a proper lady or not," she said, "but I do."
She rang a nearby bell, and when Jane answered, she asked her to send
Susan, the cook, in.