"So we're to have the Doctor on Thursday," said Mrs
Murchison, plainly not displeased. "Well, I hope the
dining-room carpet will be down."
"I expect he'll be wanting his tea," replied Mr Murchison.
"He's got you in the right place on the list for that,
Mother--as usual."
"I'd just like to see him go anywhere else for his tea
the day he was coming to our house," declared Stella.
"But he GENERALLY has too much sense."
"You boys," said Mrs Murchison, turning back to her sons,
"will see that you're on hand that evening. And I hope
the Doctor will rub it in about the prayer meeting." Mrs
Murchison chuckled. "I saw it went home to both of you,
and well it might. Yes, I think I may as well expect him
to tea. He enjoys my scalloped oysters, if I do say it
myself."
"We'll get Abby over," said Mr Murchison. "That'll please
the Doctor."
"I must say," remarked Stella, "he seems to think a lot
more of Abby now that she's Mrs Episcopal Johnson."
"Yes, Abby and Harry must come," said Mrs Murchison, "and
I was thinking of inviting Mr and Mrs Horace Williams.
We've been there till I'm ashamed to look them in the
face. And I've pretty well decided," she added
autocratically, "to have chicken salad. So if Dr Drummond
has made up his mouth for scalloped oysters he'll be
disappointed.
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