“Oh—oh!”
Old Mr. King, over his evening paper off in the library, laid it down, and smiled at the merry din that reached him even at such a distance.
“And another,” cried the president, doing his best to make himself heard.
“Oh, we don't want another,” cried Clare, in which the united clubs joined.
“Don't you want to hear any other plans?” shouted the president.
“No, no—the play! Put it to vote, do, Jasper—I mean, Mr. President,” cried Alexia.
So the vote was taken, and everybody said, “Aye,” and as there wasn't a single “No,” why the “ayes” had it of course. And after that they talked so long over the general plan, that old Mr. King at last had to send a very special invitation to come out to the dining-room. And there was Mother Fisher and Mrs. Whitney and the little doctor and a most splendid collation! And then off to the big drawing-room to top off with a dance, with one or two musicians tucked up by the grand piano, and Grandpapa smiling in great satisfaction upon them all.