I'm your nearest neighbour, and it's my right.

I suppose you'll give her a luncheon or something, first, and then I'll follow it with a tea, or a dance, or whatever you like.

There'll be lots of things for her later on, so I want to get my bid in first.

How pretty she is." "You're a darling, Betty," cried Patty, enthusiastically, touched by her friend's kindness, "but,--well, there's no use mincing matters,--I'm not sure Azalea is quite ready to be presented to society." "Oh, but your cousin--" "Indeed she isn't!" put in Farnsworth, "I want you to understand that she's _my_ cousin,--not Patty's.

And, also my wife's quite right,--Azalea is not ready for social functions,--of any sort.