"The Trues?" asked Warble, politely.

"Yes," and she glanced toward a very devoted looking pair sitting apart
from the rest, on a small divan. "They're wonderful! Herman True is the
most marvelous husband you ever saw. He never speaks to anyone but his
wife. And she's just the same. She was Faith Loveman, you know. And they've
been married two years and are still honeymoon lovers! Ah, what a fate!"

Daisy sighed, a sweet little-girly sigh, and blushed like a slice of cold
boiled ham.

But this Who's Whosing was interrupted by a footman with a tray of
cocktails.

Daisy Snow refused, of course, as became a debutante so did Judge
Drinkwater, who stood near by, frowning upon the scene, he being a
Prohibitionist.

A sickly looking lady next to him achieved several, and Warble asked Daisy
who she might be.

"Oh, that's Iva Payne--you met her, you know. She's very delicate, a
semi-invalid, under the care of specialists all the time. I don't exactly
know what her malady is, but it's something very interesting to the
doctors. There's scarcely anything she can eat--I believe she brings her
own specially prepared food to parties.

"She seems to relish the cock-a-whoops all right," Warble commented.