Diana, drooping with sleepiness, was alone in a taxi returning to her room without an inkling of the Mettens' dilemma. She believed that she, or rather the Slengels, had the Metten order practically put away. For Jello had promised it, repeatedly, both when sober and after the cocktails. Sam had assured her of his highly superior regard for the Slengels, personally and as business men; he was for them and with them from now on. He would sign an order on Monday and his brother would O.K. it.
So Di had won the Metten business, practically; and she had given nothing for it. No, not nothing; but no one could say that she had given all. It had been a great party and Jello had passed "out" about 4 a. m. Di wished, now, that at that hour she had gone home; not because of any subsequent occurrence, for the party really had lost its pep by that time, but because it would be a bit easier for her when she should see Ellen.
Church bells chimed and she remembered that it was Christmas. She sat up; Ellen would be awaiting her, with a Christmas gift, and would Be bothered, extra, because she had been out all night. It had been silly, sticking in a party gone completely dead on your hands; but it had been her business to stick and try to think up improvements.
The whole party had been business and Ellen ought to see it. She would, when Di told her a few things. Di drew
