“You would before the party was over,” said Wilfred. “That’s what a party’s for.”
“I don’t know enough people to ask.”
“Small parties are the best. You know some girls.”
“Oh, there wouldn’t be any fun in a hen party.”
“I’ll tell you what let’s do,” said Wilfred; “let’s give a joint party during Christmas week, you and I. You ask the girls and I’ll bring the fellows.”
Bella’s eyes widened, and she uncovered the pale gums. Then she nodded until Wilfred thought her head must snap off. “All right!” she said panting. “But why bother about any more girls? I’d love to entertain your friends.”
“Oh, we must have enough girls,” said Wilfred quickly. “If there was only one, the fellows would get to quarrelling.”
“Will Stanny come?” she asked breathless and giggling.
“Sure!”
“He’s my favorite. He’s so wistful. I always wonder what he’s thinking about when he looks so wistful.”