“Is it a party you’re giving?”
“Two or three people. But my place is full of flowers and as pretty as a garden. Too bad you can’t see it.”
“Couldn’t I come to your garden-party?” he asked humbly.
“You mean just to see my garden for a moment?”
“Yes; let me come around for a moment, anyway––if you’re dressed. Are you?”
“Certainly I’m dressed. Did you think it was to be a garden-of-Eden party?”
Her gay, mischievous laughter came distinctly to him over the wire. Then her mood changed abruptly:
“You funny boy,” she said, “don’t you understand that I want you to come?”
“You enchanting girl!” he exclaimed. “Do you really mean it?”