Mrs. Pearson and Mrs. Kramer; but it seems like I forgot all they learnt me.”
“It’s a crime,” I says, “that we should have to pass up this chance to get in right just because we can’t play a fool game o’ cards. Why don’t you call up Mrs. Messenger and suggest that the San Susies switches to pedro or five hundred or rummy, or somethin’ that you don’t need to take no college course in?”
“You’re full o’ brilliant idears,” says the Missus. “They’s only just the one game that Society plays, and that’s bridge. Them other games is jokes.”
“I’ve noticed you always treated ’em that way,” I says. “But they wasn’t so funny to me when it come time to settle.”
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” says the Missus: “We’ll call up Mr. and Mrs. Hatch and tell ’em to come over here tomorrow night and give us a lesson.”
“That’d be sweet,” I says, “askin’ them to learn us a game so as we could join a club that’s right here in their neighborhood, but they ain’t even been ast to join it!”
“Why, you rummy!” she says. “We don’t have to tell ’em why we want to learn. We’ll just say that my two attempts over to their house has got me interested and I and you want to master the game so as we can spend many pleasant evenin’s with them; because Mrs. Hatch has told me a hundred times that her and her husband would rather play bridge than eat.”
So she called up Mrs. Hatch and sprung it on her; but it seemed like the Hatches had an engagement for Saturday night, but would be tickled to death to come over Monday evenin’ and give us a workout. After that was fixed we both felt kind of ashamed of ourselves, deceivin’ people that was supposed to be our best friends.