Oh, dear heaven!
They were all--ALL of them--eating their oyster cocktails with their
after-dinner coffee spoons!
Missy didn't know why, at that sight, she had to fight off a spasm
of laughter. She felt she must scream out in laughter, or die.
All at once she realized that Mr. Brown was speaking to her.
"What's the matter?" he was saying. "Want to sneeze?"
That struck her so funny that she laughed; and then she felt better.
"I was just terribly upset," she found herself explaining almost
naturally, "because I suddenly found myself eating the oyster
cocktail with the coffee spoon."
"Oh, isn't this the right implement?" queried Mr. Brown,
contemplating his spoon. "Well, if you ask ME, I'm glad you started
off with it--this soupy stuff'd be the mischief to get away with
with a fork."
Archibald Chesney wouldn't have talked that way. But, nevertheless,
Missy let her eyelids lift up at him in a smile.
"I'm glad you didn't know it was a mistake," she murmured. "I was
TERRIBLY mortified."
"Girls are funny," Mr. Brown replied to that. "Always worrying over
nothing.
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