the house that all Germantown spoke of as the Edith Johnson Plummers'.
"Christabel, there's father! You don't want him to see you acting like a baby."
"Oh, fah-h-h-ther!"
"Hello! What's the matter with my little girl?"
"The child's got a notion in her head that nothing will do but to wear my new red silk—and here's her own nice costume"
"Oh, father, I'd rather die than wear that horrible old thing. You'd be so ashamed of me!"
"Amy"
He nodded meaningly toward the hall, and Mrs. Caine followed him out, closing the door. Christabel's sobs stopped; she lay rigid, listening to the murmur of voices. Then, stepping out of her slippers, she tiptoed to the door and pressed against it.
"Well, but, Fred—all those children! And Edith Plummer'll probably have something messy like ice-cream afterward, and it'll be my
