When he was ready at last to go, she decided, “Tell Uncle Frederick to send Briggs out for me in the morning. I might as well have it over, now that Eloise is going to spread the news.”
“I wish you’d go in with me—to-night.”
“Oh, but I couldn’t——”
“Why not?”
She weighed it—“And surprise Uncle Fred?”
“I think we’d better telephone, so he can kill the fatted calf.”
“Yes. He doesn’t like things sprung on him. Hurts his dignity—but he’s rather an old dear, and I love him—do you ever quarrel with the people you love?”
“Jane and I fight. Great times.”
“I have a feeling I shall like Jane.”
“You will. She’s the best ever. Not a beauty, but growing better-looking every day. Bobbed her hair—and I nearly took her head off. But she’s rather a peach.”