"H'm! how LOVELY! Well, Princess, what say you to my humble plea?"
"What are your plans? How do I get there?"
"Why, thusly; my sister will invite you to her home, and incidentally to the ball. She will also ask my cousin Marie and Mr. Harper, who is not at all averse, it seems to me, to playing Marie's little lamb!"
"Have you noticed that? So have I. Well, go on."
"Well, then, I thought it would be nice if we four should motor out to Eastchester to-morrow afternoon, go straight to sister's, do up the ball business and motor back the next day. There's the whole case in a nutshell. Now pronounce my doom!"
"It seems to me just the nicest sort of a racket, and if your sister invites me, I shall most certainly accept."
"Oh, bless you for ever! Princess Poppycheek. I shall telephone Lora at once, and she will write you an invitation on her best stationery, and she will also telephone you, and if you wish it she will come and call on you."
"No, don't bother her to do that. I've met her, you know, and if she either writes or telephones, it will be all right. What time do we start?"
"About three, so as to make it easily by tea-time."
"I'll be ready. Count on me. Good-bye."