and Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys
accepted.
"Have great pleasure in accepting," read Miss Limpenny to her sister.
"The very words. I'm sure it's most affable."
"We must have cheesecakes--the famous cheesecakes--of course,"
reflected Miss Lavinia, "and a dish of trifle, and jellies, and--oh,
Priscilla!"
"What, Lavinia?"
"Do you think a Tipsy Cake would be unbecoming?"
Miss Limpenny knit her brows over this bold proposal.
"I disapprove of the name," she said. "It has always seemed to me a
trifle--ahem!--'fast,' if I may call it so. Still, we need not
mention its name at supper, and the taste is undeniably grateful.
But, Lavinia, I was thinking of a more important matter. Who are to
be asked?"
"Why not everybody, Priscilla dear?"
"The Simpsons, for instance? It is true his father was a respectable
solicitor, and even Mayor of Devonport I have heard, but Mr.
Simpson's taste in _badinage_ is such as I cannot always approve.
It is very well in Troy here, where everybody knows them, but the
Goodwyn-Sandys are certain to be most particular, and, Lavinia, that
crimson gown of hers!"
"It _is_ bright," assented Miss Lavinia.
"And the Saunders! What a pity the girls cannot be invited without
the boys."
"The boys have always come before, Priscilla.
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