If you run over him----"
"Nasty little thing!" grumbled Cecile.
"And the apple of Sue Perriton's eye," drawled Marian. "Be careful
what you are about, Cecile. It all lies with the Perritons whether we
get into society this season or not."
"And that Mrs. Conroth who is with them," put in Prue. "_She_ is the
real thing--the link between the best of New York and Albany society.
Old family--away back to the patroons--so old she has to keep moth
balls hung in her family tree. My! if mother could once become the
familiar friend of miladi Conroth----"
"No such luck," groaned Marian. "After all's said and done, mother
can't forget the candy kitchen. She always looks to me, poor dear, as
though she had just been surreptitiously licking her fingers."
"We _do_ have the worst luck!" groaned the second sister. "There's
that Dot Johnson coming. Mother says daddy insists, and when I. Tapp
does put down his foot----Well!"
"We'll put her off on Fordy," suggested, the brighter-witted Cecile.
"She rather fancies Ford, I think.
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