"D'you think you know enough about these people to be a success at it this very first evening ?" Bubbles' gift of thought reading would of course come in; also the girl was a clever actress; still, that surely wouldn't take her very far with a set of people of whom she knew _nothing_.
"The only one I'm afraid of," said Bubbles thoughtfully, "is Mr.
Burnaby.

He's such a proper old thing! He might really object--object on the same ground as Daddy's tiresome widow does.

However, I can but try." She pirouetted round, and quickly drew with her foot a gilt footstool from under an Empire settee.

She stood upon it and clapped her hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" she cried.

"This is a time of year when ghosts are said to walk.