On Monday Mrs. Buzza revolted, and took herself off, with the girls,
to Miss Limpenny's party.

Yes. Miss Limpenny had mustered courage to put on her best brooch
and call at "The Bower" with Lavinia. Nor did her daring end here;
it took the form of a little three-cornered note on that very
evening, and on the next morning Mr. and Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys
accepted.

"Have great pleasure in accepting," read Miss Limpenny to her sister.
"The very words. I'm sure it's most affable."

"We must have cheesecakes--the famous cheesecakes--of course,"
reflected Miss Lavinia, "and a dish of trifle, and jellies, and--oh,
Priscilla!"

"What, Lavinia?"

"Do you think a Tipsy Cake would be unbecoming?"

Miss Limpenny knit her brows over this bold proposal.

"I disapprove of the name," she said. "It has always seemed to me a
trifle--ahem!--'fast,' if I may call it so. Still, we need not
mention its name at supper, and the taste is undeniably grateful.
But, Lavinia, I was thinking of a more important matter. Who are to
be asked?"

"Why not everybody, Priscilla dear?"