Later on we made our way to the polo-ground.
Almost the first person we saw was Katharine Festival.
"Hurray," said Daphne. "I meant to have rung her up last night, but what with the Camille episode and dining out I forgot all about it. When I tell her we're suited, she'll be green with envy."
Her unsuspecting victim advanced beaming. Being of the opposite sex, I felt sorry for her.
"Daphne, my dear," she announced, "I meant to have rung you up last night. I've got a cook."
The pendulum of my emotions described the best part of a semicircle, and I felt sorry for Daphne.
"I am glad," said my sister, with an audacity which took my breath away. "How splendid! So've we."
"Hurray," said Katharine, with a sincerity which would have deceived a diplomat. "Don't you feel quite strange? I can hardly believe it's really happened. Mine rejoices in the name of Pauline," she added.
I started violently, and Berry's jaw dropped.
"Pauline?" cried Daphne and Jill.