“No, I’m sure you don’t. It isn’t done,” said Wally, helplessly.
“She always spoils parties. I wanted not to have her at mine, but mother made me,” remarked Tommy Page.
“Hard luck, old man,” said Wally.
“She always wants to boss everything,” Margie Hunter complained.
“Are you going to whip her?” demanded another child.
“She will be punished, believe me,” replied Wally, firmly. “But I think we’d better call the party over.”
“We can’t go yet, the nurses and chauffeurs haven’t come,” Tommy protested. “I’d like to hear her yell when she’s licked.”
“Our man will take you all home in the big station wagon, so get on your hats,” Wally ordered.
Fifteen minutes later the smallest child was packed in, with one of the maids in command, and the motor slid off down the drive, leaving Wally on the door step.