"Catherine is overpowered.

She and this little woman," taking Mabel's hand, "have had very few invitations lately.

Never mind, Kate, I'll support you, and if we hurry home now, you can polish up your rusty tennis powers at Rosendale.

We must make a proper court there, Miss Meadowsweet.

In the meantime, we are all delighted to accept your kind invitation." "Be with us at seven," said Beatrice.