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"All right, mumsy!" said Irene in a most cheerful tone. "I don't mind how much you scold me, for I had such a happy time while I was watching Frosty swallowing those digestive pills! She thought me so attentive, because as a rule I don't take any interest in her pills.
After some discussion with her mother, in which the girl tried to make Mrs. Buck see the difference between saving and hoarding, Judith finally produced for old Billy many leftovers of maternal and paternal grandfathers. "Mumsy, you are a trump.
Some of the people are playing bridge, Betty Mercer is doing a cake walk to the RHAPSODIE HONGROISE Jim has no every-day music and the telephone is ringing. We have received enough flowers for a funeral somebody sent Lollie a Gates Ajar, only with the gates shut. There are no servants think of it, Mumsy. I wish you had made me learn to cook. Mr.
Buck Hill arrived, three automobiles strong, besides Miss Ann Peyton's coach. Behind them came Judith Buck and her mother, the little blue car brave from a recent bath and Judith's eyes shining and dancing like will-o-the-wisps. "Mumsy, listen! They are tuning up! I'm going to dance every dance if I have to do it by myself.
"It says: 'To Miss Judith Buck, from her old fairy god-fathers. Oh, Mumsy, my old men are sending me some flowers, to wear to the ball, I guess. I'll clip the stems to keep them fresh." "Well, why don't you open 'em up?" Layer by layer Judith removed the tissue paper.
Brown, you must rest and not do one thing but entertain the gentlemen, while Molly and I hustle around." "I think the gentlemen had much better go with you and Molly and help forage. I will lie down and take a real rest while all of you are gone," said Mrs. Brown with a whimsical smile. As they went out, Kent said to Judy: "What a brick Mumsy is, anyhow!"
"Another time we'll cook them in their jackets, Mumsy dear, but I cleared enough money this morning to afford to waste a few potato peelings. If I have a week of such luck, I'll have to get in more supplies. The girls in this county are just eating up my vanishing cream and my liquid powder that won't rub off. I've made a great hit with my anti-kink lotion with the poor colored people.
"Think of it, Kitty dear; your mother, fighting with a policeman! Oh, it was frightful!" "Never mind, mumsy," Kitty soothed. She rang for the maid, a thing her father had not thought to do.
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