“Now begin!” commanded Margaret, rapping for order in much the old manner of class president and presiding officer.
“Begin at the beginning!” begged Edith.
“Well, first we went by Prexy’s, just to get the feeling of youth back in our veins. She saw us, but we chased by.”
“So it was you! I wish I had run you down,” cried the brother-in-law.
“It is a blessing you did not or a good story would have been ruined,” said Katherine.
Margaret rapped for order and Judy took up the tale.
“Then we went to call on Mattie Math. She was burning the midnight oil, at least the 10 p. m. oil, and when we acted the Musicians of Bremen, she threw up the sash.”
“The hash? What hash?” asked Jessie, who often arrived a bit late. Shrieks and more rappings from Margaret.
“My, how much I have missed in never being asked to a kimono party before,” whispered the male guest in Judy’s ear.
“After we had brayed and crowed and meouwed and a dog had barked for us——”