"Holy Moses! at Mrs. Upjohn's!"
"Oh, she doesn't go in for that kind of thing? A card-party, then?"
"Great heavens! Mr. De Forest, are you mad? I don't doubt she struggles with herself over every visiting card that she uses,—and playing-cards—!"
"Theatricals, then?"
Bell gave a positive howl. "Theatricals! Hear him, girls!"
"We hear well enough. You don't give us a chance to do any thing but listen," said Amy Duckworth, pointedly.
"My dear, you'll converse all the more brilliantly this afternoon for a brief period of silence now," said Bell, sweetly. "Mr. De Forest, you are not happy in your guesses."
"I have exhausted them, unless it is to be a musicale."
"No. That's what we are going to have to-morrow ourselves. I sing, you know."
"Do you? Well, a garden party perhaps?"