whether she'll go with Teddy Braden to some cotillion capers, or accept
a dinner dance bid from one of the other young gents.

"And all for Wednesday night!" says she. "How stupid of you, with the
week so long!"

"But I'd planned this box party especially for you," protests Sappy.

"Oh, give someone else a chance, Westlake," cuts in Reggy. "That's the
night of our frat dance, and I want to ask Miss Vee if----"

"What's this all about?" demands Eulalia, dancin' kittenish into the
limelight. "Rivalry among our gallant knights? Then the Princess
Charming must decide."

"Oh, don't, Cousin Eulalia," says Vee, wrinklin' her nose the least
bit. "Please!"

"Don't what?" says Eulalia, raisin' her long arms flutterin'. "My
dear, I don't understand."

"Ah, she's hintin' for you to ditch the Princess stuff," I puts in.
"Ain't that it?" and Vee nods emphatic.

Eulalia lets on that she don't know. "Ditch the--why, what can he mean
by that?" says she. "And you are a Princess Charming; isn't she, boys?"

Course the bunch admits that she is.

"There, you see?" goes on Eulalia. "Your faithful knights acclaim you.