Absorbed in her thoughts, she ate her pies and when the contest was over
the prize was awarded to Warble Petticoat. "Oh," she cried, astounded. "I
wasn't in the game at all! The hostess never should be. I was just eating
what I wanted."

"You're a dear," Marigold Leathersham said to her. "I'm going to love you.
How your husband must adore you, you pretty thing."

"Yes, he does." Warble stated. "At least, he says so."

"He's a truthful man," Marigold declared, "you'd know that just to look at
him. There's something in his face just now--"

"It's pie," said Warble, "he's very fond of it."

To Warble's great delight there were enough pies left for her final
entertainment.

"Folks," she said, "this is a Mack Sennett party, and it wouldn't be
complete without throwing custard pies. So we will choose sides."

Judge Drinkwater and Goldwin Leathersham were made captains and they chose
sides.

The party being thus divided, they bombarded each other with custard pies
after the manner of certain comedians, till there wasn't a round of
ammunition left.

Then Iva Payne said she felt sick and wanted to go home and of course just
for that they all had to go.