"Whadye mean, train," says I. "Ah, show some class! Go in your limousine."
"So we could," says Ferdie. "But then, you know, they'll be expectin' us to bring an extra young man."
"They needn't be heartbroken over that," says I. "You didn't say who he was, did you?"
"Why, no," says Ferdie; "but——"
"Since you press me so hard," says I, "I'll sub for him. Guess you need me to get you there, anyway."
"By Jove!" says Ferdie, as the proposition percolates through the hominy. "I wonder if——"
"Never waste time wonderin'," says I. "Take a chance. Here, sign your name to that; then we'll go hunt up Marjorie and tell her the glad news."
Ferdie was still in a daze when we found the other three-quarters of the sketch, and Marjorie was some set back herself when I springs the scheme. But she's a good sport, Marjorie is, and if she was hooked up to a live one she'd travel just as lively as the next heavyweight.
"Oh, let's!" says she, clappin' her hands. "You know we haven't been away from home overnight for an age. And Edna Pulsifer's such a dear, even if her father is a grouchy old thing. We'll take Torchy along too. What do you say, Ferdie?"
Foolish question! Ferdie was still dazed. And anyhow she had said it herself.