"Oh, you make me tired," retorted Jerry. "Irma did that on purpose. That's worse than my favorite trap about letting it rain in Spain. How was I to know what she meant?"
"That's all because you don't cultivate literary tastes," teased Muriel.
"I do cultivate them," grinned Jerry. "I've read the dictionary through twice, without skipping a page!"
"It must have been a pocket edition," murmured Marjorie.
"Stop teasing me or I'll get cross and not come to your party," threatened Jerry.
"You mean nothing could keep you away," laughed Irma.
"You're right. Nothing could. I'll be there, clad in costly raiment, to spur the reform party on to deeds of might."
"Do come early, all of you," urged Marjorie as she paused at her corner to say good-bye.
"We'll be there," chorused the quartette after her.
"I hope everyone will have a nice time," was Marjorie's fervent reflection as she hurried on her way. "I do wish Mary would walk home with me once in a while, instead of always waiting for Mignon. I wouldn't ask her to for worlds, though."