“Elsie, I’m proud of you,” Uncle endorsed.
I hope he was sincere—he was certainly kind enough.
Mr. Bang said nothing. I dislike him!
My eyes passed down the column and were again arrested. “Mrs. Lien has issued invitations to the younger set to a dance at her home on New Year’s Eve.” No invitation had come for me; my heart sank.
Again I read the notice aloud.
“No doubt a very swell affair,” suggested Uncle, rather cynically.
“I must get you an invitation,” said Mumsie.
“Me! an invitation!” I exclaimed. “Can you get me an invitation?”
“I can ask for one. In the old days———”
“Don’t do it, Auntie,” cut in Bang.