"She won't send her regrets. She says she's going. I tell her they
will ask her another time, but she insists she feels lots better and
was thinking of getting up, anyway. She wants to start putting fresh
cuffs on her black cashmere this minute, and do I don't know what.
You'd better come up and stop her."
But Celestina was not to be stopped. Go she would!
"My shoulder's 'most well anyhow," she affirmed, "an' I had planned to
go down to supper. Do you think for one minute I'd miss a junket like
this? Why, I'd go if it killed me! The Galbraiths are nice folks an'
have been good to Bob and Willie. Besides," she added with
ingratiating candor, "I want to see where they live. An' they're goin'
to send the automobile for us, that great red one--imagine it! I ain't
been in an automobile more'n six times in my whole life. Do you think
I'd send my regrets? I'd go if I had to be carried on a stretcher!"
Delight and Robert Morton laughed at her enthusiasm.
"Now you trot straight down stairs, Bob," went on Celestina
energetically, "an' write Mis' Lee we'll admire to come, all of us.
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