[14]. I am now, alas, convinced of this.
“Oh, Mr. Carp,” she said, “this is indeed sweet of you. I was beginning to be afraid that you weren’t coming.”
“My dear Miss Moonbeam,” I began.
“Mary,” she said.
“My dear Mary,” I said, “I never break my word.”
“No, no, you wouldn’t,” she said, “and my friends will be so pleased. Let me introduce you to them. This is Mr. Augustus Carp.”
I bowed to them gravely.
“And you’ve brought your friend,” she said.
“The President of our Union,” I said, “Mr. Ezekiel Stool.”
She held out her hand to him.