She crumpled the paper and threw it at the girl standing in front of
her. "There," she said, "there's the list of your Yorkburg Fathers. I
hope Hedwig will fumigate you when you get home to-night."

"She will if necessary." The crumpled paper was smoothed and folded
carefully. "But I don't believe it will be. I've taken tea with most of
their families."

"You've taken /what?/" Miss Gibbie bounced half-way out of her
chair.

"Tea." Mary Cary's head nodded affirmatively. "That's what I said,
tea--I mean supper. I invited myself to some of the places, but some
of the people invited me themselves. I'm afraid I did hint a little. But
we had a good time, and I've got my little piece of paper--see!"

She held a note-book toward Miss Gibbie, but the latter waved it back.
"Do you mean you sat down at the table and ate with them?"

"That's what I did. It would have been better could they have sat down
at my table and eaten with me, for then I could have selected the things
to eat, and food makes such a difference in a man's feelings. But there
isn't such a great difference in people when you know them through and
through, and I had a lovely time taking supper with them. I really did.
I told you about the Milligans. Don't you remember I was sick the next
day?"

Miss Gibbie shook her head. "Never told me. Glad you were sick."