How her husband had succeeded in capturing the social prize of Scarboro she could not imagine, but, for doing so, she flashed toward him a glance of deep and grateful devotion.
Then she beamed upon the stranger.

"Won't Mr.Van Warden stay to dinner ?" she asked.
Her husband emitted a howl.

"He will NOT!" he cried.

"He's not that kind of a Van Warden.

He's a plumber.