this forenoon,” she says, “and see if they want us to come over there this evenin’. But if we do go remember not to mention our club or tell ’em anything about the party.”
Well, she had news for me when I got home.
“The San Susies is busted up,” she says. “Not forever, but for a few months anyway. Mrs. Messenger called up to tell me.”
“What’s the idear?” I says.
“I don’t know exactly,” says the Missus. “ Mrs. Messenger says that the Collinses had boxes for the opera every Tuesday night and the rest didn’t feel like goin’ on without the Collinses, and they couldn’t all o’ them agree on another night.”
“I don’t see why they should bust it up on account o’ one couple,” I says. “Why didn’t you tell ’em about the Hatches? They’re right here in the neighborhood and can play bridge as good as anybody.”