. .
And then, quite suddenly, she had hit upon the idea of "Snowball"
Saunders. Snowball had come to the house to borrow the Merriams'
ice-cream freezer. There was to be an informal "repast" at the
Shriners' hall, and Snowball engineered all the Shriners' gustatory
festivities from "repasts" to "banquets." Sometimes, at the
banquets, he even wore a dress suit. It was of uncertain lineage and
too-certain present estate, yet it was a dress suit. It was the
recollection of the dress suit that had given Missy her inspiration.
To be sure, in England, butlers were seldom "coloured," but in
Cherry vale one had to make some concessions.
The butler was wearing his dress suit as he came bearing the oyster
cocktails.
"Hello, Snowball!" greeted Raymond Bonner, genially. "Didn't know
you were invited to-night."
Snowball!? what a gosherie! With deliberate hauteur Missy spoke:
"Oh, Saunders, don't forget to fill the glasses with ice-water."
Raymond cast her an astonished look, but, perhaps because he was
more impressed by the formality of the function than he would have
admitted, refrained from any bantering comment.
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