I was going to give myself the pleasure of calling upon your daughters, Mr.Cedarquist, this afternoon." "You can save your carfare, Pres," said Cedarquist, "you will see them here." No doubt, the invitations for the occasion had appointed one o'clock as the time, for between that hour and two, the guests arrived in an almost unbroken stream.

From their point of vantage in the round window of the main room, Magnus, his two sons, and Presley looked on very interested.
Cedarquist had excused himself, affirming that he must look out for his women folk.
Of every ten of the arrivals, seven, at least, were ladies.

They entered the room--this unfamiliar masculine haunt, where their husbands, brothers, and sons spent so much of their time--with a certain show of hesitancy and little, nervous, oblique glances, moving their heads from side to side like a file of hens venturing into a strange barn.

They came in groups, ushered by a single member of the club, doing the honours with effusive bows and polite gestures, indicating the various objects of interest, pictures, busts, and the like, that decorated the room.
Fresh from his recollections of Bonneville, Guadalajara, and the dance in Annixter's barn, Presley was astonished at the beauty of these women and the elegance of their toilettes.

The crowd thickened rapidly.