He cocked his head and looked up at her expectantly.
“Why, it was you, Feather Flop!” Mary Frances exclaimed. “It certainly was you, my old friend!”
Feather Flop blinked. “I’m glad you can call it to mind!” he remarked. “If you had only just mentioned my name at the garden party, I wouldn’t have felt so bad.”
“Oh!” said Mary Frances.
“Even if you’d just said to me, if you’d just said, ‘Feather Flop, old chap, you can’t come to the garden party, of course, but you’re invited,’ I wouldn’t have felt as I did.”
“Oh, dear!” said Mary Frances.
“If you’d said at the party, ‘Now, if my old friend, Feather Flop, hadn’t helped me,’ or something like that, I’d have been so proud and glad.”
“How do you know I didn’t?” Mary Frances parleyed under sudden inspiration.
“How do I know? I was there. I was there even uninvited!” declared Feather Flop.