"Why, Fanny!" And Mrs. Waldron, at once amused at the jest and startled at the expression, shook her finger at her.
But Annandale hastened to her rescue. "Fanny is quite right, Mrs. Waldron. You meet women nowadays whose grandfathers, if they had any, were paving the streets while your own were governing the country and who, just because they happen to be beastly rich, put on airs that would be comical in an empress. Now, won't you change your mind and come with us? At Sherry's there are always some choice selections on view."
"You are not very tempting, Arthur. But if the girls think otherwise, take them. And don't forget. You dine with us tonight."
Thereat, presently, after a scurry through sunshine and streets, Sherry's was reached.
There Annandale wanted to order a châteaubriand. The girls rebelled. A maitre d'hôtel suggested melons and a suprème with a bombe to follow.
Annandale turned to him severely. "Ferdinand, I object to your telling me what you want me to eat."
"Let me order," said Sylvia. "Fanny, what would you like?"
"Cucumbers, asparagus, strawberries."
"Chicken?"
Fanny nodded.