“Well, Ah wish Ah could see all those pinks of puffection togethah, once.”
“Why, look here! I've been thinking I'd celebrate a little, when the old gentleman gets back. Have a little supper—something of that kind. How would you like to let me have your parlors for it, Mrs. Leighton? You ladies could stand on the stairs, and have a peep at us, in the bunch.”
“Oh, mah! What a privilege! And will Miss Alma be there, with the othah contributors? Ah shall jost expah of envy!”
“She won't be there in person,” said Fulkerson, “but she'll be represented by the head of the art department.”
“Mah goodness! And who'll the head of the publishing department represent?”
“He can represent you,” said Alma.
“Well, Ah want to be represented, someho'.”
“We'll have the banquet the night before you appear on the cover of our fourth number,” said Fulkerson.
“Ah thoat that was doubly fo'bidden,” said Miss Woodburn. “By the stern parent and the envious awtust.”
“We'll get Beaton to get round them, somehow. I guess we can trust him to manage that.”