"There," she cried, "you can credit your dress-suit account with that!"
It was an invitation to a dance at the J. Smith Crawfords' on the fifteenth—just two weeks off.
"I'll put it down in my little book. It is n't exactly tangible, but you can bet your life it may lead to something tangible."
"Tangible?" echoed Honey. "It's a social triumph!"
In his fine, round hand, Skinner inscribed in the little book the following:—
| Dress-Suit Account | |
| Debit | Credit |
One social triumph. | |
He passed the record over for Honey's approval.
"And, oh, goodie," Honey cried, "we're all prepared for it! Not a penny to spend! Now, don't you dare to think of anything!—is there?"
"You're right, Honey, you're right," Skinner almost shouted.