Nor did her daring end here; it took the form of a little three-cornered note on that very evening, and on the next morning Mr.and Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys accepted.
"Have great pleasure in accepting," read Miss Limpenny to her sister.
"The very words.

I'm sure it's most affable." "We must have cheesecakes--the famous cheesecakes--of course," reflected Miss Lavinia, "and a dish of trifle, and jellies, and--oh, Priscilla!" "What, Lavinia ?" "Do you think a Tipsy Cake would be unbecoming ?" Miss Limpenny knit her brows over this bold proposal.
"I disapprove of the name," she said.

"It has always seemed to me a trifle--ahem!--'fast,' if I may call it so.

Still, we need not mention its name at supper, and the taste is undeniably grateful.
But, Lavinia, I was thinking of a more important matter.

Who are to be asked ?" "Why not everybody, Priscilla dear ?" "The Simpsons, for instance?
It is true his father was a respectable solicitor, and even Mayor of Devonport I have heard, but Mr.
Simpson's taste in _badinage_ is such as I cannot always approve.
It is very well in Troy here, where everybody knows them, but the Goodwyn-Sandys are certain to be most particular, and, Lavinia, that crimson gown of hers!" "It _is_ bright," assented Miss Lavinia.
"And the Saunders! What a pity the girls cannot be invited without the boys." "The boys have always come before, Priscilla." Miss Limpenny groaned.