Mr. Raymond Bonner At Home Wednesday June Tenth R.S.V.P. 8 P.M.
With her whole soul in her mouth, which made it quite impossible to speak, she passed the card to her mother and waited. “Oh,” said mother, “an evening party.”
Melissa's soul dropped a trifle: it still clogged her throat, but she was able to form words.
“Oh, mother!”
“You KNOW you're not to ask to go to evening parties, Missy.” Mother's tone was as firm as doom.
Missy turned her eyes to father.
“Don't look at me with those big saucers!” he smiled. “Mother's the judge.”
So Missy turned her eyes back again. “Mother, PLEASE-”
But mother shook her head. “You're too young to begin such things, Missy. I don't know what this town's coming to—mere babies running round at night, playing cards and dancing!”
“But, mother—”