"What dance, and where ?" "Well, Madame Didier, that jolly little furbelowed Frenchwoman with whom I was driving just now, has got up a regular party to-night--" "Hans Breitmann gib a barty ?" I interposed, with a mock solemn air of inquiry.
Amy laughed.
"Well, yes, it MAY be that kind of thing, for all I know to the contrary.

Anyhow, she's hired the band and ordered a right-down elegant supper.

Half the folks in the hotel are going, and a lot of outsiders have got invitations.

She asked if we couldn't come--myself, the Colonel, and you.

I said I could answer for myself and the Colonel, but not for you, as you were an invalid.