Yeh Ling wrote:
“Dear Miss Ardfern: I am giving what you call a house-warming on Monday next. Will you not come? And please if you can, will you persuade Mr. Carver and Mr. Holland also to be my guests for this festivity?”
The girl wrote instantly accepting the invitation both on her own and Tab’s behalf.
“It is a great idea,” said the news editor, “there is a story in that house, Tab. Now, boy, see if for once in your young life you can turn in a really informative column! There is something gone wrong with your stuff lately, the night editors are complaining bitterly about the slush that finds its way into your literary efforts. You are not supposed to refer to the Secretary of State as ‘darling’, and it is not usual to speak of a judge as ‘beloved.’”
Tab went very red.
“Do I do tha
