"'Lo, Penrod!" said Maurice airily.

"What you doin' in there?" inquired Penrod.

"In where?"

"In Marjorie's."

"Well, what shouldn't I be doin' in Marjorie's?" Mr. Levy returned
indignantly. "I was inviting her for my partner in the cotillon--what
you s'pose?"

"You haven't got any right to!" Penrod protested hotly. "You can't do it
yet."

"I did do it yet!" said Maurice.

"You can't!" insisted Penrod. "You got to allow them time first. He said
the ladies had to be allowed time to prepare."

"Well, ain't she had time to prepare?"

"When?" Penrod demanded, stepping close to his rival threateningly. "I'd
like to know when----"

"When?" echoed the other with shrill triumph. "When? Why, in mamma's
sixty-horse powder limousine automobile, what Marjorie came home with me
in! I guess that's when!"