"What is it, honey?" asked Evelyn.
"Why don't we go to my place, and still keep the party going there, and after that we will go to some place else—ain't that a good idea?"
"Sure, it's a good idea, but I can't tell how long it will last at that hotel—they may be particular about a party like this."
"Well—," thought Pearl, as she continued, "we can go there and when we can't keep it up there any longer, then we will go elsewhere—how's that?"
"Fine, let's call Mickey, and tell her, and see what she says."
"She is in the Kitchen, we will go in there and tell her," as they shoved their way into the kitchen, where new bottles were being opened.
"Sweetheart," said Harry, as Pearl came into the kitchen, "I was just getting you another drink—here it is," as he offered her the bottle.
"Harry, my sweet, I've a surprise for you—we are all going to my hotel—that's what we came in here to tell Mickey—are you for it, Mickey?" asked Pearl.
"Sure, darling, I'll go any place—let's gather up all the licker we have left here and get started," as she began to set all the bottles on the sink.
The news spread, and soon everybody was singing in a loud voice, "we're going to the Hussman—we're going to the Hussman," amidst much skipping and dancing.