Was not Mrs.McGuffey put to it, at these same teas, to know what to do with the hats and coats, and the long and short cloaks and overshoes, and lots of other things beside--umbrellas and the like--whenever Miss Felicia came to town?
And did not the good woman have many of the cards of the former function hidden in her bureau drawer to show her curious friends just how grand a lady Miss Felicia was?
General Waterbury, U.S.A., commanding the Department of the East, with headquarters at Governors Island, was one of them.

And so were Colonel Edgerton, Judge Lambert and Mrs.Lambert; and His Excellency the French Ambassador, whom she had known as an attache and who was passing through the city and had been overjoyed to leave a card; as well as Sir Anthony Broadstairs, who expected to spend a week with her in her quaint home in Geneseo, but who had made it convenient to pay his respects in Fifteenth Street instead: to say nothing of the Coleridges, Thomases, Bordeauxs and Worthing tons, besides any number of people from Washington Square, with plenty more from Murray Hill and be yond.
Peter in his enthusiasm had made a mental picture of a repetition of all this and had already voiced it in the suggestion of these and various other prominent names, "when Miss Felicia stopped him with: "No, Peter--No.

It's not to be a museum of fossils, but a garden full of rosebuds; nobody with a strand of gray hair will be invited.

As for the lame, the halt and the blind, they can come next week.

I've just been looking you over, Peter; you are getting old and wrinkled and pretty soon you'll be as cranky as the rest of them, and there will be no living with you.