"What's up, Infant?" I asked. "Have you accepted a proposal from a nice college lad?"
"Huh!" and Win's head tossed. "I guess you'll open your eyes when I tell you what I have accepted!"
"Tell it out, Angel Child. Relieve your own impatience."
"Well, if you please, I have accepted the post of social secretary to
Mrs. Randolph Schuyler."
"Winifred Elizabeth Calhoun! You haven't!"
"I thought I'd arouse some slight interest," she said, and she calmly went on with her dinner.
I looked at Aunt Lucy, who sat with a resigned expression, toying with her unused oyster-fork.
"What does she mean?" I asked.
"She has done just what she says," replied Aunt Lucy. "But only for a few days. Miss Crowell—"
"Let me tell!" interrupted Winnie. "It's my party! You see, Chet, Edith Crowell is wild to have the place, and is going to take it, but she can't go until the first of next week. And she doesn't want to lose the chance, so I went over and told Mrs. Schuyler about it. And then as she was simply swamped with letters and telegrams and telephones and callers, and goodness knows what all, I offered to help her out till Edith can get there. And she was so grateful—oh, I think she is a darling. I never saw anyone I liked and admired so much at first sight."