Doris laughed, and blushed a little.
"This is Mr.Hart, a friend of Mr.Grant's, dad," she explained.

"I'm afraid we cannot accept the invitation.

We are so busy." "The worst of excuses," said Hart.
"But there is a London correspondent here who hands in a long telegram at that hour." "What's his name ?" "Mr.Peters." "Great Scott! Jimmie Peters here?
I'll soon put a stopper on him.

He'll come, too--jumping.

See if he doesn't.