She aimed a blow at him with her fan, which he dodged.
"I am so little acquainted with them," objected Ida.
"That's nothing. Mr. and Mrs. Truman are the most hospitable of human beings, and Mary is a lovely girl—"
("Per latest steamer from Paradise.")
"We must go. Sister is here to keep father company. Now the last query—what shall we wear?"
("The first shall be last.")
"White muslins," returned Ida.
"Yes; and the thinnest we have. Nothing else is endurable this weather—"
("Except iced juleps!")
"Arthur!" cried Carry, with a pretty affectation of vexation. "Come in, and keep your brother quiet!"