cinated against love. . . . I think, she added with some embarrassment, I'm going to marry Howard. . . . She made this announcement in a manner which suggested that the idea had just occurred to her.
Ollie dear, I'm so glad. Mary rose from her place to kiss her friend. When was it settled?
I told him last night that I thought I would and today I know I will. It's going to be soon, too. I'm not going to put it off till he's a regular butter and egg man. What's the use of waiting?
I'll miss you, Ollie.
I'll miss you too, you old darling. Olive impulsively ran around the table to return her friend's embrace. But we'll see a lot of each other just the same.
Mary went to the kitchen to bring in the blue Canton china dessert plates heaped with an aromatic pudding.
Sergia says Lasca Sartoris is back from Paris, Olive remarked.
Lasca the legendary! Where is she stopping?
With Sylvia for a few weeks until she can find an apartment. Sergia says she's brought back a flock of trunks: Poiret and Vionnet gowns and Reboux hats and fans and shoes and shawls and perfumes enough to fit out the whole Follies cast.
After she had assisted Olive in clearing the table and washing the dishes, Mary retired to her room to dress. Olive was waiting for Howard. Mary
