I'll telephone him to that effect.

It will teach him to appreciate his blessings." Nora dimpled roguishly as she tripped to the hall to acquaint Hippy with the fell prospect in store for him.

She returned to the living-room with the mirthful information: "He says he resigns himself to his fate, but that he will prepare for my triumphal home-coming this evening.

That means he will do something ridiculous.

The last time I left him to his own folly, he decorated the dining-room with all sorts of absurd signs--'What is home without the Irish ?' 'In memory of my late lamented guardian,' and 'Not gone for good, but merely gadding.'" Nora giggled as she recounted these pleasant tokens of welcome.
"You and Hippy will never grow up," Mrs.Harlowe declared indulgently.
"You play at keeping house like two children." "I think it's lovely," nodded Grace.