“Yes. Your beau arrives on the noon train Saturday.”
“But I am spending the day with the Hunters Saturday,” the child protested.
“I can’t help that,” replied her parent.
“May I come down to dinner Saturday night?”
“Certainly not.”
“Can’t I come in with the cocktails, and stay till you go to the dining room?”
“Nobody wants you under foot.”
“He’s my friend just as much as he is yours!” blazed Isabelle.
“You can see him at tea.”
“With everybody around? I have something private to tell him.”