"How dreadfully funny."
"And they say that Ezra Tweedie put his foot in it."
"How was that?"
"Why, he was the one that broke the glad news to the gatherin'."
"Oh. What did you say they named the club?"
"Four-o'clocks, or petunias—somethin' like that, it was the name of a flower anyway, I don't jest remember which."
"And Mrs. Tweedie was chosen president?"
"Yes, I knew she'd be."
"Who was it, did you say, that told you?"