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"Isn't it—isn't it getting rather late?" asked Lanny blandly.
"He's hinting for refreshments," said Louise scornfully. "I believe he only comes to the meetings for that. Anyway, he won't like the lemonade because it isn't hot."
"The weather has moderated so much since I made that unlucky remark that cold lemonade is quite satisfactory," answered Lanny. "And I do hope you have some more of that cake with the underdone frosting. It lasted me all the way home Monday night, Louise. I even found some on my shoes in the morning!"
"You're horribly insulting," his hostess laughed. "I made that cake myself, Lanny, and you ought to have raved about it!"
"I did—when I found it on my shoes," drawled Lanny.
