"Dear Cupid!" laughed Margaret, recalling the bulldog's alarming face which ill agreed with his mild name and general behavior. "Let's go over to the Kennels and see him some day."
"His wife is named Psyche," went on James, "and they have two pups named Amor and Amorette."
"I should think Cupid's puppy would be the funniest little animal on earth," roared Roger. "Never, never shall I forget the day old Cupe ran away with his market wagon," and he kicked his legs with enthusiasm.
"Did Tom say anything about coming to see us?" asked Margaret.
"He said he and Della were coming over on Saturday afternoon and he inquired how far it was from Glen Point to Rosemont and whether they could make two calls in one afternoon."
"Not if he stays at either place as long as we'd like to have him," said Roger.
"Why don't we have a meeting of the United Service Club on Saturday afternoon?" suggested Helen, "and then the Watkinses can come here and you two can come and we can all see each other and at the same time decide on what we are going to do this winter."
"Great head!" approved Roger. "Can you people be here?"
"We can," assented Margaret.
"And we will." James completed the sentence for her.