"Mr. Herrick," her voice changing to
earnestness, "will it be quite impossible for Miss Sheldon to come
to our garden-party. We could put her up easily--and it is really
rather a pretty sight. We had two hundred people last year, and the
Hungarian band."
"It was rattling good sport," chimed in Cedric. "There were fifteen
of our fellows sleeping at 'The Plough,' because we had a dance in
the evening; not only our house, but Hazel Beach, the Ross's house,
and Brentwood Place, where Colonel Brent lives, were crammed with
guests. People talked about it for a month afterwards."
"It cost a great deal of money," observed Dinah, in rather an
alarmed voice. "We could not do that sort of thing again. You see,
Mr. Herrick, it was really to make up to Cedric because he had no
party when he came of age. I was ill just then, and we had to go
away."
"No, no, you are quite right, Die, we must keep our Bean-feast
within limits," returned Elizabeth soothingly. "We thought of fixing
the twentieth of August," she continued, addressing Malcolm. "That
is nearly a month later than last year, I expect most of our inner
circle friends will be away, but we shall have a good house-party;
and with some of Cedric's Oxford friends we shall be able to infuse
sufficient new life into our country clique.
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