I started up.
"Of all things!" I ejaculated.
Edith kissed me through a prickly veil. Ruth kissed me too. Ruth was simply overwhelming in a huge blue hat with not less than six blue ostrich plumes. They both kissed Will. We all began to laugh.
"We knew you'd be surprised," said Ruth.
"But I thought—" I began.
"Where's Alec?" asked Will.
"Why in the world—" I tucked in.
"Listen! Wait!" commanded Edith. "I'll explain. We thought," she said, gurgling with mirth, "it would be great fun to surprise you, so—"
"Alec got a cable last week—" put in Ruth.
"From my dad," Edith went on. "Business! Wasn't it disgusting when we weren't planning to sail for six weeks? Al had to go right on to Chicago—and The Homestead—"
"We had the bridal suite on the Mauretania!" I heard Ruth exclaim to Will.
"—isn't open," finished Edith. "The servants are scattered to the four winds. I've written to them, but of course they haven't had a chance to open things up yet. So we thought it would be fun to—"
"To pop in on you!" giggled Ruth.
"Can you put us up?" snapped Edith.
"Of course! How nice!" I tried to say cordially, with the image of my cold, unused, north guest-room dancing before my eyes, the floor covered with newspapers, two cut-glass punch-bowls, thirteen berry dishes and seven vases. "Of course I can put you up. Take off your things."
