“Now they only need filling up with names and dates.”
“And the addition of one little word, Lyon.”
“Well, and what is that?”
“Masks.”
“Masks!” echoed Mr. Berners, in surprise.
“Masks,” reiterated Mrs. Berners, with a smile.
“Why, my dear Sybil, what on earth do you mean?”
“Why, that our party shall be a masked, fancy-dress ball. That will be something new in this old-fashioned neighborhood.”
“Yes, and something startling to our old-fashioned neighbors,” said Mr. Berners, with a dubious shake of his head.
“So much the better. They need startling, and I intend to startle them.”