"I was just thinking," said Bob, "that it might be fun to get Harry and Alice, and go out to Killkare park this evening. I don't believe you've been on a roller coaster this year."
"It would be fun to go," said Bettina, "although I haven't missed the roller coaster."
"Well, let's ask them to go. We can stay there awhile and then——"
"Then what?"
"Oh, nothing. Then go home."
"Bob, you meant—come here afterward and have a nice little lunch; didn't you?"
"I confess that I thought of that, and then I happened to remember that you were going out this afternoon and wouldn't want to bother with any preparations for a party."
"Going out this afternoon would not worry me at all—it is just that my funds are getting a little low, and I couldn't serve anything expensive. Let me think what I have on hand—yes, I believe I could do it by serving a salad and a dessert out of my own head."
"A Bettina salad? That's the very best kind. And what will the dessert be?"
"A Bettina dessert, too. I have some lovely apples, Bob, and I just can't afford anything very expensive. I know this will be good, too, but you mustn't complain if I have sponge cake to eat with it."