"I can not go, Bud. It is really quite a party, you know, and Sunday is the Sabbath for us preachers. It was just dear of you to bother with me—I should think you must be tired of trying to be nice to a cranky old preachy crowd."
Then she listened a moment while he voiced fervent denials.
"Oh, that is nice of you, Bud, and I know I should have loved it, but you see how it is, don't you?"
A moment later she gave a gleeful little cry, "Oh, truly, Bud, would you enjoy that? I am sure it will be all right—wait a minute, till I ask Doris. Oh, Doris, he says he does not care to go, and his brother has given him the runabout for the rest of the day, and he wants me to go for a quiet little drive with him, and— Is that all right? Oh, you darling General!"
"Of course it is all right, and ask him to come to supper here, Rosalie, and go to Endeavor with us."
So Rosalie gurgled rapturously into the transmitter and received a hearty acceptance, and then flung her arms around her smiling sister.
"Oh, General, I am so glad we decided it that way. I know they would dance—a little—I would not, of course—but I do love to drive, and I don't get a chance very often, and Bud is always so good to me. Will you have something a little bit kind of extra nice for supper?" And Rosalie danced off up the stairs, singing merrily.
Doris smiled and sighed in relief. "That settles Rosalie for this afternoon. The other girls will be up and going in a minute, I suppose, the game must be nearly over. But it is a whole lot to have Rosalie fixed."
At that moment Treasure picked up the cards and began putting them into the box, and Zee walked slowly but proudly to the kitchen. A second later Doris heard the tinkling of pennies, and Zee came back into the room.
"What were you doing, Babe?"