“But who on earth are you going to ask to a children’s party?” I asked.
“Oh, Rol,” she replied, “there are lots and lots of children. There’s Alice Carmichael’s nephew, Ted——”
“Ted Carmichael is seventeen years old,” I remarked.
“And Nellie Bassishaw,” she continued.
“Nellie Bassishaw is fifteen, and old-fashioned at that,” I replied.
“Well, you must have some one to take charge of the children, you know, Rol. But there are heaps and heaps of nice children. There’s Molly Chatterton, and little Chris Carmichael, and lots of others. I do think it would be fun.”
“I daresay it would,” I replied. “And yourself and young Bassishaw would look after them and amuse them, I suppose?”
“Yes, Arthur says he’ll come and help,” she answered. I had evidently not been the first one to be considered.
“And Arthur will bring half a dozen young Bassishaws, younger than Nellie?”
“Why, yes, I expect he will. Why not?”