"How was the party? Did Rosalie flirt? Did all the men fall down at her feet stone dead?"
"No, little goose, they didn't. Men don't any more. And Rosalie did not flirt—exactly—and the party was glorious."
Doris did not glance at Rosalie, intent on the oatmeal before her.
"Were you the most beautiful ones there? Was anybody dazzled? Did the women wear low-necked dresses? Alice Graves says they don't wear any sleeves at all. Did they dance? Were there any members there? What did you have to eat?"
"Oh, you little chatter-box! How can I answer so many questions? Rosalie was dazzling—did you ever dream that I could dazzle anything? Yes, the ladies did. Yes, they danced. Yes, there were a lot of members. They had ices, and cakes, and coffee, and things to drink and—"
"And father," said Rosalie suddenly, "I pinned down the lace in the neck of my dress so it would show my shoulders."
He turned to Doris for confirmation.
"Just a little, father," she said loyally. "It did not show much, and Rosalie looked beautiful. I did not object to it."
"And I danced."