"But say, Mr. Robert," says I, "just what——"
"Only make it as merry as you know how," he breaks in. "That's the main idea; isn't it, Elsa?"
Another nod from Elsa.
"Robert has great faith in you as a promoter of cheerful affairs," says she. "I think I have, too."
"That being the case," says I, "I got to live up to my rep. or strip a gear. So here goes."
With which I breezes out and pikes uptown to consult Vee.
"Did you ever hear anything so batty?" says I.
"Why, I think it's perfectly splendid fun," says Vee. "Just think, Torchy, you can do anything you choose!"
"It's the choosin' that's goin' to bother me," says I. "I'm no matrimonial stage manager. I don't even know where to pull the thing off."
"I've thought of just the place," says she. "Harbor Hill, the Vernon Markleys' place out on Long Island. They're in the mountains now, you know, and the house is closed; but——"