“What audience?”
“At the Isabelle Theatre.”
“Who’s coming?”
“Everybody. Parents and relatives. I rode around to all the houses this morning and issued the invitations. They all accepted.”
“Why didn’t you consult me before you invited the neighbourhood in?”—hotly.
“I thought you’d kick about the refreshments.”
“If you ever do this again you will get no refreshments and I will send your friends home.”
“They’re yours too. Martin Christiansen said he would not miss it for a kingdom.”
“You call him Mr. Christiansen, when you speak of him, Miss Impudence. What do you intend to do to entertain all these people?”