Skinner impulsively caught her hand. "Mrs. Colby, you're the best fellow I ever met!"
When the letter arrived at the Skinner's house that afternoon, Honey knitted her brows.
"I don't understand it."
"You ought to. It's for you."
"Dearie," said Honey, rising, her eyes brimming, "you mean to say that I'm going to St. Paul with you?"
"Don't have to say it. Is n't that letter enough?"
"Dearie, you're the most wonderful man I ever saw. Think of it!—a letter from Mrs. Colby! I'll bet those Wilkinsons are swells!"
"They breathe the Colby stratum of the atmosphere. It's a special stratum, designed and created for that select class."
"It's quite intoxicating."
"Special brands usually are."