“Oh!... Is that Ita?” Mrs. Sixsmith murmured, stepping forward to embrace Miss “Ita Iris” of the Dream.
Miss Sinquier swooped.
“I’m having a season,” she, without further preamble, began. “And I want to persuade you to join....”
“Principal?”
“Yes.”
“I should like to play for you,” Mr. Weathercock said.
“Harold!”
Miss Mant addressed him softly.
“Well?”
“Honey husband....”