"All right."
"Come round to Copeland's then. We'll celebrate your success in a becoming manner."
CHAPTER XXIX.
MRS. CLINTON'S PARTY.
When Oscar and Harry reached home they were met by Maud, who flourished in her hand what appeared to be a note.
"What is it, Maud?" asked Oscar. "A love-letter for me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Oscar. No girl would be so foolish as to write you a love-letter. It is an invitation to a party on Saturday evening."
"Where?"
"At Mrs. Clinton's."
"I think I will decline," said Oscar. "I wouldn't like to leave
Harry alone."