"I'm beginning to see daylight," said Connie. She looked speculatively at Lark. "Well, it's not half bad, Carol, and I apologize."
"Don't you think it is a glorious idea, Connie?" cried Carol rapturously.
"Yes, I think it is."
Carol caught her sister's hand. Here was an ally worth having. "You know how sensible Connie is, auntie. She sees how utterly preposterous it would be to think of entertaining a millionaire's son without a maid."
"You're too pretty," protested Lark. "He'd try to kiss you."
"'Oh, no, sir, oh, please, sir,'" simpered Carol, with an adorable curtesy, "'you'd better wait for the ladies, sir.'"
"Oh, Carol, I think you're awful," said their aunt unhappily. "I know your father won't like it."
"Like it? He'll love it. Won't he, Connie?"
"Well, I'm not sure he'll be crazy about it, but it'll be all over when he gets home," said Connie.
"And you're very much in favor of it, aren't you, Connie precious?"