I had thought of a reception, maybe, that would include the lady contributors and artists, and the wives and daughters of the other contributors.

That would give us the chance to ring in a lot of society correspondents and get the thing written up in first-class shape.

By-the-way!" cried Fulkerson, slapping himself on the leg, "why not have the dinner and the reception both ?" "I don't understand," said Dryfoos.
"Why, have a select little dinner for ten or twenty choice spirits of the male persuasion, and then, about ten o'clock, throw open your palatial drawing-rooms and admit the females to champagne, salads, and ices.

It is the very thing! Come!" "What do you think of it, Mr.March ?" asked Dryfoos, on whose social inexperience Fulkerson's words projected no very intelligible image, and who perhaps hoped for some more light.
"It's a beautiful vision," said March, "and if it will take more time to realize it I think I approve.

I approve of anything that will delay Mr.
Fulkerson's advertising orgie." "Then," Fulkerson pursued, "we could have the pleasure of Miss Christine and Miss Mela's company; and maybe Mrs.Dryfoos would look in on us in the course of the evening.