“No, I can’t,” said Carrie.
“Oh, yes, come and go. What have you got to do?”
“I have to be home by five,” said Carrie.
“What for?”
“Oh, dinner.”
“They’ll take us to dinner,” said Lola.
“Oh, no,” said Carrie. “I won’t go. I can’t.”
“Oh, do come. They’re awful nice boys. We’ll get you back in time. We’re only going for a drive in Central Park.” Carrie thought a while, and at last yielded.
“Now, I must be back by half-past four,” she said.
The information went in one ear of Lola and out the other.