“I know how to party, too!” Herbert called into the hallway of the mansion. Frank zipped by shrieking like a wild hyena.
“I have an announcement to make!” A loud voice came from the lounge.
The guests began to swerve, twirl, swirl, and spin into the lounge to satisfy their curiosity. The room was packed and the overflow went into the hallway. John Adams had a cigar in one hand and an envelope in the other. He was standing on the coffee table that had only moments ago been Milfred’s stage.
“I dedicate this fine evening to my dear nephew, Mortimer Ascariot!”
The room filled with the roar of applause.
Mortimer was drenched with sweat, and much to his disgust, Mrs. Longhorn was draped across his lap.
“Here, here!” the old woman yelled, causing the house to fill with applause again.
