To be perfectly fair, it was not that Dorice gave me too few
instructions, but rather too many.
"I'm over at Naughton," she said through the telephone; "I'm staying
with some people named Perry."
"How ripping of you to ring me up!" I said, flattered; "it's heavenly to
hear your voice, even if I can't see you."
It was a pretty little speech, but Dorice ignored it.
"There is a dance on here, to-night," she continued hastily, "and at the
last minute they are short of men, so I've promised to get them
someone."