"Well, let's ask Mrs. Dennison. No, she's away, I know. How about
Mrs. Lockwood?"

"She's ill; Lena told me so this morning. Oh, Patty, shall I have
to send them all word not to come?"

"Looks that way to me. And I'm sorry to do that, too. How many are
asked, Mona?"

"About twelve, counting you and me. I thought it would be such a
nice welcome for you."

"And so it would! You're a dear to think of it. I suppose your
things are all ordered?"

"Yes; a caterer will bring the supper. I don't know what it will
be,--cook looked after it."

"Cook! Cook! Mona--I have an idea! No, I haven't, either! It's too
crazy! Oh, DO you suppose we could? LET'S!"

"Patty, are YOU crazy? What ARE you talking about? And it's almost
five o'clock. I suppose I must telephone them not to come! Well,
I'll go home and do it, and you come on over as soon as you're
ready. We'll spend the evening alone in my boudoir, and we'll
amuse ourselves somehow."

"Wait a minute, Mona. Let me think. Yes, I do believe I'll do it!
Mona, suppose I provide a chaperon. Will it be all right to have