The door was opened by a colored maid, and there was a gush of laughter and the voices of men and women, with the tinkling undercurrent of a waltz.
"Is Miss Neal at home?" I asked.
"Miss who?"
"Miss Neal."
"Miss Neal?"
"Miss Peggy Neal."
She hesitated. "I'll see," she said. "Will you come in, suh?"
"No," I replied. "I'll wait out here."
She returned presently.
"Did you say Miss Peggy Neal, suh?"