"What?" I cried.
"Yes," she nodded. "In future we are all going to give plain little dinners like this."
"Plain?" I gasped.
Our hostess overheard my choking cry.
"Yes," she put in. "You see, the league is going to practise what it preaches."
"But I didn't think it had begun yet! I thought this dinner was a kind of farewell feast—that it was—"
I was prepared to take the field against all comers, not only in favor of simplicity, but in favor of anything and everything which was favored by my hostess
Our hostess looked grieved. The other ladies of the league gazed at me reproachfully.