"Oh, he comes of superior people, you can see that," said Mrs. Wilbur. "Charlie, I'm going to invite Mrs. Coolidge."
"All right. I guess she can stand it."
"Stand it!" echoed Mrs. Wilbur. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"He is still thinking about the fishing, Mamma," put in Diana.
"Yes, and young Barrison," said Mr. Wilbur. "He's a tonic, that chap. The way he went over that boat, regular Douglas Fairbanks stunts he did. He's a hundred-per-cent man, whether he can sing or not." The speaker regarded his daughter out of the tail of his eye as he talked, and he saw the slight compression of her lips and the glow in her eyes.
"I offered him a cigar, but he shook his head: 'My voice is my fortune, sir,' he said."
"Sensible," said Mrs. Wilbur, not looking up from the silk she was knitting.
"When are you giving your dinner party?"
"To-morrow night."