As nobody else is here yet, I think we'll run home and dress up a bit, and then come back again." "All right," said Bumble, knowing her guests would feel more comfortable if suitably dressed,--and they lived near by.

"Skip along, girls, and hurry back." After they had gone it was nearly seven o'clock, and nobody else appeared.
Great consternation was felt by all, and suddenly Patty said, "Who mailed those invitations ?" "Bumble did," said Bob.
"No, I didn't," said Bumble, "I thought you attended to it.

Why, Bob, I asked you particularly to look after them." "I didn't hear you," said Bob; "do you suppose--" But Patty had already run into the house and returned with her hands full of the invitations to the party.
"Oh," groaned everybody, quite overcome by the calamity.
Nan was the first to recover herself.
"There's only one thing to do," she said; "we must go around and pick up as many guests as we can in a hurry.

It won't do to let all this nice garden-party go to waste.

Bob and I will take the runabout, and Bumble, you and Patty can take the trap, and we'll scour the country as far as possible." In a few minutes the two turnouts dashed away in opposite directions, and all the near-by neighbors were bidden to come to the garden-party at once.
Much laughter and fun was caused by the sudden and peremptory invitations, which were, for the most part, gladly accepted.
When the guests finally arrived, the party was a grand success, though of much smaller proportions than was originally intended.