"I knew you would. What are you doing all the time?"
"Oh, me? I'm getting things into shape. You see, I have an idea—"
"Don't you buy the least little thing until I know. We want to be sure everything harmonizes and I've just perfectly got everything in my head the way it will be."
"That's right; that's the only way."
"You didn't say anything about—you know—to poor old Pops, did you?"
"Why, no. I didn't. You see he's been pretty much thinking about other things all day, and I—"
"Well, that's right. I was afraid you'd be just perfectly impatient. But you leave it all to me. I'll manage. It's the dearest joke! I may not tell them for two or three days. Every time I get alone I just perfectly giggle myself into spasms. Isn't it the funniest?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! I should think it was." He was fearfully hoping her keen sense of humour might continue to rule.
"We do, don't we?"
"Do what?"