"In some swell Scotch castle, I suppose?" one of 'em asks.
"Unless I can rent Buckingham Palace," says I. "Say, it's a wonder you
boys would let anybody feed you a chunk like that! Newport heiress be
blowed! She's just a nice New York girl, one I've known four or five
years; and when it comes to settlin' down we'll most likely look for
three rooms on the top floor with a two-by-four bath and a foldin'
kitchenette. I'll be satisfied at that, though."
It's a great state of mind to be in. I hope I didn't look as foolish
as I felt. If I had I guess they'd have had most of my private seccing
gone over careful. But nobody seemed to suspect how giddy I was in the
head. I goes caromin' around, swappin' smiles with perfect strangers
and actin' like I thought life was just a continuous picnic, with no
dishes to wash afterwards.
Course, my reg'lar evenin' program is to doll up after dinner and drop
around. I'll admit Auntie hadn't issued any standin' invitation, but
if Vee was expectin' me that's enough. And she was. We went to shows
some, or took walks up the Drive, or just sat in the window nook and
indulged in merry conversation. Once we had a whale of a time, when
Mr. Robert gives a perfectly good dinner dance for us.
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