"Pshaw! What's an invite between friends!" said Jack. "Come on, I'll
blow."
Miss Culbreth was a resourceful person, and eminently self-possessed,
but for once Jack had the satisfaction of putting her out of
countenance. She turned indignantly to Bobo, as if to call upon him to
assert himself, but seeing that she could expect no help from that
stricken figure, she hung her head uncertainly. Jack led the pair of
them like lambs to the slaughter to the tea room.
Passing the elevators Bobo said huskily: "Thought you were going
upstairs to dress."
"I won't bother now," she said.