the lecturer insinuated that a housewife wasted money when she did not know food values. She had decided that the very foundations of her household management were shaking, when the telephone bell rang and she hurried down the hall to answer it.
"Can't you and Larry come over to dinner to-night?" Teresa Moore inquired. "The Gregorys are stopping over on their way to California."
"Oh," sighed Mrs. Larry. "Larry's just left for South Bethlehem. I'm so sorry."
"Well, you can come. I'll telephone Claire Pierce and Jimmy Graves. Jimmy met the Gregorys last summer."
"Claire might come, but Jimmy's gone back to Kansas City. Invite Claire and I'll drop out."
"Not for a minute," answered Mrs. Moore. "I'll phone my brother to fill Larry's place. It's all very informal. We'll just make it seven instead of eight. We'll all take you home and stop somewhere to trot a bit. Do come. Larry would want you to."
"All right," said Mrs. Larry, almost blithely.
