“Well!” she said. “Thank goodness you haven't started to dress. I tried to get here earlier, but my hair wouldn't go up, I want to make a good impression to-night.”
“Is there a dinner on? I didn't know it.”
“Not a dinner. A young man. I came to see what you are going to wear.”
“Really! Well, I haven't a great variety. The ordinary dinner dress of a gentleman doesn't lend itself to any extraordinary ornamentation. If you like, I'll pin on that medal from the Iron and Steel—Who's coming, Lily?”
“Grayson says grandfather's dining out.”
“I believe so.”
“What a piece of luck! I mean—you know what he'd say if I asked him not to dress for dinner.”
“Am I to gather that you are asking me?”
“You wouldn't mind, would you? He hasn't any evening clothes.”
“Look here, Lily,” said her father, sitting upright. “Who is coming here to-night? And why should he upset the habits of the entire family?”