"Right-O," agreed Marjory. "And I'll ask Joan as well. She won't be able to
come until Friday, because she's having some teeth extracted on Thursday."
After all Marjory is not altogether without perception.
Dinner over I wrote, in my best style, a short spontaneous invitation to
Uncle Tom. Margery wrote a more discursive one to Joan.
"I think we ought to celebrate this," I suggested. "Let's be extravagant."
"All right," said Margery. "What shall it be, champagne or potatoes?"