“Still good, if the ladies approve.” As no dissenting voice was heard, Maurice made a second note. “Next?”
“The next night is the reception at Ron’s, Maury,” said Jack.
“Sure enough; and the next night we have our own Christmas Eve doings.”
“We can go somewhere afternoons, can’t we?” inquired Jack.
“If we get home early enough,” said Suzanne.
“We’ll do that, if you say so. Either afternoon tea somewhere or dinner, as you like. Two afternoon sleighing parties, then, Maury. Put ’em down! Now somebody will have to telephone the other folks. Make out a list, girls, for the whole thing.”
“The evening receptions are already planned and invitations out,” suggested Suzanne.
“Certainly. I meant our little private performances. Want anybody else to-night?”
“Too much bother, Jack,” said Maurice, to the delight of Madeline, who feared a change of escorts. “But we’ll get some of the other young folks for the sled ride and the sleighing parties.”
“Not too many, Maury,” said Suzanne.