“That will be charming,” Dimitri said. “I will expect you. And now I must go home and bathe Tania so she will look her best at my little party.”
He rose and bowed, quite as dignified as if he had been fully dressed instead of merely wearing the informal bathing suit; then he left them smiling after him.
“What a surprise!” gasped Sim.
“What a lark!” insisted Arden.
“What fun!” squealed Terry.
“He’s so young and good-looking to have such an ugly old name,” went on Arden, as if anxious to reconstruct the “hero” into somebody more American.
“Adds to the glamour,” drawled Terry with assumed sophistication. “I always did adore those foreign names.”
“Too, too divine,” mocked Sim.
“Hey, there!” exclaimed Terry. “We have got to go right now and tell Mother. He said this afternoon.”
“Not yet,” Arden rebuked. “Wait until he gets out of sight. He’ll think we’ve never been asked any place before if we act so—grabby.”