“In the Senate, you mean,” laughed Augustus, and pinched Maude’s ear.
“Your idea of jokes is sickening,” Mrs. Pratt declared. “Sometimes I wonder why I bother with you. Now, Mod, read out the names on those envelopes down there!”
Dutifully, Maude complied . . . “Mr. and Mrs. Chesley . . .”
“Like enough they won’t come,” interrupted her mother. “We’ve never called.”
“. . . Mr. and Mrs. Long! Mr. and Mrs. Robert Hudson . . .”
“There’s another hateful snob. This afternoon I could have strangled her!”
“Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Truman . . .”
“They say she only goes to Government House,” mused Mrs. Pratt. “However, I took a chance. It only cost two cents—and you never know.”
“You bet you’ll never know,” said the Member. “Minnie, you’re plain crazy asking all these swells that you don’t even know when you see ’em! Why don’t we have any real friends, nowadays?”
Mrs. Pratt answered with a baleful glance that was more eloquent than words. Then, assured that there would be no further interference from her husband, directed Maude to finish her work.