This was placed behind Masie's throne and so concealed by a rug that even Felix missed seeing it.
That everybody had accepted--everybody who had been invited--"big, little, and middle-sized"-- goes without saying.

Masie had called at each house herself, with Felix as cavalier--just as he had promised her.

And they had each and every one, immediately abandoned all other plans for that particular night, promising to be there as early as could be arranged, it being a Saturday and the shops on "The Avenue" open an hour later than usual--an indulgence counterbalanced by the fact that next day was Sunday and they could all sleep as long as they pleased.
And not only the neighbors, but Nat Ganger and Sam Dogger accepted.
Felix had gone down himself with Masie's message, and they both had said they would come--Sam to be on hand half an hour before the appointed hour of nine so as to serve as High Lord of the Robes, Masie having determined that nobody but "dear old Mr.Dogger" should show her how to put on the costume he had given her.
As for these two castaways, when they did enter the gorgeous room on the eventful night they fairly bubbled over.
"Don't let old Kling touch it," Ganger roared out as soon as he stepped inside, before he had even said "How do you do ?" to anybody.

"Keep it as an exhibit.

Better still, send circulars up and down Fifth Avenue, and open it up as a school--not one of 'em knows how to furnish their houses.