“But he refused, didn’t he?” said Nancy, confidently.
“Oh no! he said he’d be delighted. He planned to go home to his castle, soon, and he said you-all were going to visit him there; so he felt he might accept my invitation to tour with me, as long as we were to be all in one party,” explained Mrs. Alexander, greatly pleased with the outcome of her meeting with the Count.
Dodo groaned, and her friends smiled in sympathy, for they understood the reason of Mrs. Alexander’s sudden interest in an Italian Count.
“When do you propose to start on this tour?” asked the lady, after a few moments of silence.
“Right away—tomorrow!” declared Dodo, angrily.
“Oh! surely not before we buy some nice gowns and things to wear?” cried her mother, tragically.
“Yes, at once! I don’t want any new clothes!” snapped Dodo.
“But, my child! What about that trooso chest. It ought to be filled, you know, to be ready to send home,” reminded the mother.
“Oh, I gave that chest away for a birthday gift,” said Dodo, indifferently.
“Gave it away! Why—what for?” gasped Mrs. Alexander.