"I didn't see anything amusing.

They're most ordinary, and the house is altogether in bad taste, but we anticipated that, and--" "Papa!" Mary cried, breaking in.

"They asked us to DINNER!" "What!" "And I'm GOING!" she shouted, and was seized with fresh paroxysms.
"Think of it! Never in their house before; never met any of them but the daughter--and just BARELY met her--" "What about you ?" interrupted Mr.Vertrees, turning sharply upon his wife.
She made a little face as if positive now that what she had eaten would not agree with her.

"I couldn't!" she said.

"I--" "Yes, that's just--just the way she--she looked when they asked her!" cried Mary, choking.