“Well, there's Lotta Munn, of course. I suppose you haven't a fortune of your own?”
“Oh, yes; I'm enormously rich in my own right.”
“You are! Why, where did your husband get you?”
“He got me out of a mail catalogue.” Warble made a face at her. “Must you go, Mrs. Boddy?” she rose. “I won't ask you to come again, as I know how you love your own home and fireside. Goodby.”
Though Mrs. Holm Boddy put up a strong resistance, Warble pushed her out of the front door and slammed it after her.
“That woman has left finger marks on my nice clean soul,” she said, as she went down to see the cook about the sausage.
CHAPTER VII
She had reached the peak of excitement in a confident decision that her party should be a success.