Was he really so simple as she had decided?
Had he not baited her into losing her temper--and insisting on his coming to dinner?
Surely he could not know her so well as that! "Anyway, he _is_ coming!" she thought with a little gush of satisfaction she did not stop to examine.

"I'll wear evening dress, the black taffeta, and my string of pearls.

At my own table it will be easier--and with father there to support me! We will see!".