"Let's!" says she.
So we leaves the alcove and crashes in on this close-harmony duet. Vee has to see the miniatures of Alicia, and she has to show 'em to me. Also we pulls up chairs and sits there, listenin' with our mouths open, right in the midst of things.
Auntie does her best to shunt us, too.
"Verona," says she, "why don't you and Torchy get out the chafing-dish and make some of that delicious maple fudge you are so fond of."
"Why, Aunty!" says Vee. "When you know I've stopped eating candy for a month."
"You might play something for him," is Auntie's next suggestion. "That new chanson."
"But we'd much rather listen to you and Mr. Creighton," says Vee. "Hadn't we, Torchy?"
"Uh-huh," says I.
"Quite flattering, I'm sure," puts in Clyde, smilin' sarcastic, while Auntie shoots a doubtful look at me.
But we hung around just the same, and before ten o'clock Creighton announces that he must really be going.