"I hear that Aunt Sarah is to be in town next week when Hugh and Jessica get home from their honeymoon, and I feel it would be nice both for her and for Mrs. Greene to have a reunion with the young people. There are six of us now, and my idea is to have a little dinner-party next Friday night at 7.45, for the six Mrs. Greenes. I do hope you will be able to come; both the old ladies are getting rather frail now, and I think it would give them pleasure. "With love from Rodney and myself, "Your affectionate sister-in-law, "EDITH GREENE." Mrs. Pratt sniffed. "I see," she said venomously. "I see, Mrs. Rodney makes it sound like a treat for her mother-in-law, but I suppose its just to make another opportunity for showing off." "Of course it is," answered Dora angrily. "And what a cruel week to choose. She can't have forgotten old Mrs. Greene's wickedness to my poor little Edwin and yet she asks me to meet her almost on the anniversary of his death. And I don't at all care about meeting Hugh and Jessica after the way I was treated at their wedding." "I should refuse if I were you, Dora." "I've a good mind to do so. I should have thought even Edith would have known better than to ask me to a party next week." "Perhaps she doesn't mean you to accept." "That's probably it, Violet. I believe you're right. She's chosen that date purposely so that I shan't go. Well, she'll be disappointed for once. I'll go. I'll write this minute and tell her that I'll come but that I think she should have known better than to ask me." Dora Greene moved over to her desk. "Come and help me, Violet," she said. "We must concoct a good letter." The two ladies sat happily down to accept with the maximum of ungraciousness the invitation which would provide them for weeks to come with a fruitful topic of discussion and complaint. MRS. GEOFFREY H. GREENE MRS. GEOFFREY H. GREENE I It was at Lavinia's wedding that Geoffrey was introduced to a tall girl wearing a green frock and a green hat fitting her head so closely that only two small curves of bright hair were visible on her cheeks. She looked moody and impatient, and when he asked if she had seen the presents she said: "No thanks, I don't want to." Slightly repelled by her manner but attracted by her lime green frock and her copper-beech hair, Geoffrey tried again. "Shall we get out of the crowd and find a peaceful corner somewhere?" She shook her head. "No, I don't really think it's worth while," she said. "I'm going home now. I wouldn't have come at all if I hadn't been afraid Martin's parents would be piqued, but now they've both seen me so I can justifiably escape." Geoffrey noticed that her eyes were a clear, cool grey that contradicted the warmth of her hair, and he liked the wide smile that lightened her face as she explained her presence at the wedding, so there was a trace of eagerness in his voice as he asked: