"Don't you believe her," says I. "She's the one that planned most of this."
"But what is it?" demands Cousin Myra. "What do you call it?"
"Why," says I, grinnin' more or less foolish, "we're just givin' a Myra day, that's all."
"Splendid!" says she. "And the fact that I don't in the least deserve it makes it seem all the nicer. I suppose your being here, Lester, is part of the plot, too?"
"I hope so," says the Professor.
"Do you know," says Myra, liftin' her glass and glancin' kittenish over the brim at him, "I mean to try to live up to this day. I don't mind saying, though, that for a while it's going to be an awful strain."
"Anyway," says I to Vee, after it's all over and the Professor has finally said good night, "she's got a good start."
"Yes," says Vee, "and perhaps Lester will help some. I didn't quite look for that. It's been fun, though, hasn't it?"
"For an indoor sport," says I, "givin' a Myra day is a lot merrier than it sounds. It beats bein' good to yourself nine up and six to go."