They paused for breath, and then went on.
“And there’s stacks and stacks of mock-orange in boxes——”
“And lots of lace-paper——”
“And they’re doing the Central Hall downstairs all in white and silver.”
“Do tell us!” they implored.
But it was only some days later, when there was no longer any danger of betrayal, that Dorothy told Miss Umpleby, as a great secret. Miss Umpleby clutched at Dorothy’s arm.
“Really?” she cried excitedly. “Do you mean there’ll be champagne, and flowers, and a cake, all for nothing?”
“Well, you give Hallowells’ an order, and they’ll do as many as there’s room for.”
“Oh!... How much is the order?”
“What, do you mean that you’d——?”