“Columbus at the court of Ferdinand and Isabella,” answered Helen.
“You as Columbus.”
“Me? Me? Why this honor?” asked Roger meekly.
“Need you ask?” returned Helen. “That’s in reply to your remarks about me as an addition to the foreground of your photographs.”
“Even. I don’t care what I do as long as I have time to get it up.”
“You shall have plenty of time,” promised Dorothy. “What I’m more interested in just now is what we’re to have to eat on the festive night.”
“Is Aunt Louise going to let us decide?”
“Subject to her veto, I suspect,” smiled Helen.
Dorothy nodded.
“She says she wants something different from ice-cream and cake and chicken salad.”