“She is really a dear,” said Cathalina, “but I think she was a little embarrassed.”
“They ought to have sent that friend of Myrtle’s. She wouldn’t have been embarrassed and would have had a separate and definite acceptance from every one of you before she thought of leaving.” So said Isabel.
“Oh, does that girl belong to this society?”
“The same.”
“Mercy, what a drawback!”
“But she’s a g-r-e-a-t worker for her society.”
“What are we going to do, girls? Won’t it seem like pledging ourselves if we go to this feast?”
“Better not go, unless you really like this crowd best,” said Isabel.
And Isabel had scarcely ceased speaking when two more visitors arrived. But the girls adopted a different plan of action. After greeting these girls, and pretty, bright girls they were, the girls kept chatting as if they were entertaining each other and the visitors, and the latter had no chance to deliver the invitation with which they, too, had come, until as they left they drew Cathalina and Hilary to the door and gave an invitation similar to the one which the girls had had before.
“What did you say, Cathalina? Did they insist on an acceptance?”