"What? Me?" she says. "Oh, I found out—by special messenger!"
Think of Mis' Toplady and Mame being that, unbeknownst!
They turned away together, and walked down the room. The fire had burned down, and everything acted like eleven-o'clock-at-night. It made a nice minute. I like to think about it.
"To-morrow morning," she told him, "I'm going to take Calliope and two friends of hers to the dog show. And you—don't—have—to—come. But you're invited, you know."
He laughed like a boy.
"Well, now, maybe I can drop in!" says he.
FOOTNOTE:
[5] Copyright, 1916, Pictorial Review.