"
"How much do you ask?"
"An ice-cream will be satisfactory."
"All right."
"Come round to Copeland's then. We'll celebrate your success in a
becoming manner."
CHAPTER XXIX.
MRS. CLINTON'S PARTY.
When Oscar and Harry reached home they were met by Maud, who
flourished in her hand what appeared to be a note.
"What is it, Maud?" asked Oscar. "A love-letter for me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Oscar. No girl would be so foolish as to
write you a love-letter. It is an invitation to a party on Saturday
evening."
"Where?"
"At Mrs. Clinton's."
"I think I will decline," said Oscar. "I wouldn't like to leave
Harry alone."
"Oh, he is included too. Mrs. Clinton heard of his being here, and
expressly included him in the invitation."
"That alters the case. You'll go, Harry, won't you?"
"I am afraid I shouldn't know how to behave at a fashionable party,"
said Harry.
"Oh, you've only got to make me your model," said Oscar, "and you'll
be all right."
"Did you ever see such conceit, Mr. Walton?" said Maud.
"It reminds me of Fletcher," said Harry.
"Fitz Fletcher? By the way, he will probably be there. His family
are acquainted with the Clintons."
"Yes, he is invited," said Maud.
"Good! Then there's promise of fun," said Oscar. "You'll see Fitz
with his best company manners on."
"I am afraid he won't enjoy meeting me there," said Harry.
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