“Twenty minutes,” I said. “This is his half-hour harangue.”
She was looking a little pale, I thought. But she smiled bravely.
“Well, I suppose we deserve it,” she said.
“Oh, undoubtedly,” I replied, “and he wants you to attend one of our meetings.”
“What—all of us?” she asked.
“You would all be welcome,” I said.
“And would you be there too?” she asked, pressing my hand.
“Why, of course,” I said, permitting her to continue pressing, “I am the Vice-President.”
“Yes, I know,” she whispered.
Here Ezekiel paused for a moment and glanced at us keenly. But Miss Moonbeam at once smiled at him and clapped her hands.