“‘Fool, nose, nephew, nest’!” she cried audibly.
“What?” Edwin feared his Molly had gone crazy.
“Oh—I—I—mean, yes—coffee in the library!” and she arose from her seat in confusion.
Why should that calm-looking, slow-speaking woman call her poor lame husband a fool? Narr! Narr! It was certainly strange.
CHAPTER XII
AN OLD-TIME PARTY
The first one of the old girls to arrive was Otoyo, Mrs. Matsuki, with the little Cho-Cho-San. Otoyo had changed not at all in the years that had elapsed since college days. Perhaps an added matronly dignity was hers, but this was not much in evidence when she was with her dear old friends. She was beautifully and elegantly dressed. All her clothes were made of the most exquisite fabrics. Her blouses were of the finest and sheerest, if of linen; and the heaviest and richest, if of silk. Her furs were the furriest and her suits of the most approved cut and material. Her little boots were a marvel of fit and style.
“Perfect, like a Japanese puzzle!” Judy declared. “Every little part made to fit every other little part!”
“Yes, and the whole a wonderful creation like some rare print or bit of pottery!” agreed Molly.