"Yes."
When the Robinson girls called on Cora the next afternoon she had about completed her plans for the lawn fete. It was to be a novel affair, and almost all the eligible young folks of Chelton were to be invited.
"All," declared Cora, "except Sid Wilcox. He simply shall not come."
"But how can you leave him out?" questioned Bess. "Especially as you are going to ask Ida and others in that set."
"I simply will not have him," insisted Cora, "and I don't care what any one thinks about it. He is too—too impertinent to be polite, and I will not run the risk of having him offend some one."
Secretly Cora was thinking of his last transgression, and it afforded her no small consolation to note that her particular friends had not heard of the stolen ride.
Belle, "relaxing" on the low divan in the library window, just where the sun could help her out on the rest theory, was too deeply buried in thought to make rash comment on Cora's decision. She wanted everything simply perfect, and to shape plans with such precision was no easy matter.
"Of course,—you will ask the Sheldons," she finally venture.
"Of course," answered Cora. "But, Belle, we expected a more important remark after such forethought on your part."
"And the Winters," went on the serene one, not noticing the bit of sarcasm.