“With pleasure. Shall we ask the other members of your company, too? Does a star permit the company to eat below the salt?”
“Oh no, don’t let’s have them—just you and me.”
“Most flattering. I would prefer that.”
“You won’t ask the Wallys?”
“You refer to your parents?”
She nodded.
“This is your party—you may ask the guests,” he laughed.
So it was decided, and Christiansen broke the news to her mother.
“I think she should have a chaperon. You might ask me.”