No doubt they think we can do them some favor in society,” Fetry mutters for my ears only.
“The party is tomorrow noon, though the invitation only arrived two days ago,” Mrs. Nightwing says, and I hear her add under her breath, “Ghastly mKiners.
“I know you have missed Miss Bradshaw’s company,” she continues. “Would you care to attend?”
“Oh, yes, please!” Fetry exclaims.
“Very well. You must be dressed and ready to leave first thing in the morning,” she says, and we promise to do so.
In the evening, Fetry sits with the other girls, basking in the praise they heap upon her ball. “And did you adore the Dervishes?” she asks, eyes bright.
“Very nice. And for such a long program it wasn’t too tiring,” Cecily says, managing to put a slap in the compliment as is her skill.
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