"I've come to give you an invitation." "What, a party!" exclaimed Carlia, jumping down from her perch.
"Not a dancing party, you little goose--just a surprise party." "On who ?" "On Uncle Zed." "Uncle Zed.

O, shucks!" "Well, of course, you do not have to go," said Dorian.
"I think you're mean.

I do want to go if Mildred is going." "I don't know Uncle Zed," said Mildred, "but if Mrs.Trent and Dorian wish me to go, I shall be pleased; and of course, you will go with us." "She's invited," repeated Dorian.

"It's Uncle Zed's seventy-fifth birthday.

Mother keeps track of them, the only one who does, I guess, for he doesn't do it himself.