And honest, you could hardly have covered my face cavity with a waffle iron when I drops to the fact that it's Cousin Cornelia. In place of the dismal female I'd been expectin', here's a chirky party in vivid regalia that shows class in every line. Oh, it's a happy days uniform, all right, from the wide brimmed gauze lid with the long heliotrope feather trailin' over one side, to the lavender kid pumps. "Gee!" I gasps. "The round is on me, Miss Cornelia. But I wa'n't lookin' for you in--in----" "I know," says she. "This is the first time I've worn colors for years, and I feel so odd. I hope I don't look too----" "You look all to the skookum," says I. It wa'n't any jolly, either. There never was any real sharp angles to Cornelia, and now I come to reckon up I couldn't place her as more'n twenty-six or twenty-seven at the outside. So why shouldn't she show up fairly well in a Gibson model? "It's so good of you to come to our rescue," says she. "Miss Stover will be down presently. Now, where shall we go to dinner?" Well, I see in a minute I've got to revise my plans; so I begins namin' over some of the swell grillrooms and cafes. "Oh, we have been to most of those, all by ourselves," says Cornelia. "What we would like to see to-night is some real--well, a place where we couldn't go alone, out somewhere--an automobile resort, for instance." "Whe-e-ew!" says I through my front teeth. "Say, Miss Cornie, but you are gettin' out of the bereft class for fair! I guess it's comin' to you, though. Now jest let me get an idea of how far you want to go." "Why," says she, shruggin' her shoulders,--"how is it you put such things?--the limit, I suppose?" "Honest?" says I. "Then how about Clover Blossom Inn?" Heard about that joint, haven't you? Of course. There's a lot of joy-ride tank stations strung along Jerome-ave. and the Yonkers road; but when it comes to a genuine tabasco flavored chorus girls' rest, the Clover Blossom has most of the others lookin' like playgrounds for little mothers. But Cornie don't do any dodgin'. "Fine!" says she. "I've read about that inn." Then she hurries on to plan out the details. I must go over to Times Square and hire a nice looking touring car for the evening. And I mustn't let Miss Stover know how much it costs; for Cornelia wants to do that part of it by her lonely. "The dinner we are to go shares on," says she. "Couldn't think of it," says I. "Let that stand as my blow." "No, indeed," says Cornelia. "We have the money all put aside, and I sha'n't like it. Here it is, and I want you to be sure you spend the whole of it," and with that she shoves over a couple of fives. I couldn't help grinnin' as I takes it. Maybe you've settled a dinner bill for three and a feed for the shofer at the Clover Blossom; but not with a ten-spot, eh?