Mother's got a party." He tried ineffectually to cleanse his daughter's face.
"We'll come back," she cried, looking down triumphantly upon her handiwork.
"We'll have to smuggle you up into the nursery somehow." But he added, "Yes, we'll come again." V They hurried home.

Very furtively Munty Boss fitted his key into the Yale lock of his fine door.

They slipped into the hall.

There before them were Mrs.Ross and two of her most splendid friends.

Very fine was Munty's wife in a tight-clinging frock of light blue, and wearing upon her head a hat like a waste-paper basket with a blue handle at the back of it; very fine were her two lady friends, clothed also in the tightest of garments, shining and lovely and precious.
"Good God, Munty--and the child!" It was a terrible moment.