“Very well,” said Bessie.  “I will write the invitations to-morrow, and, meanwhile, you and I can get up the menu.”

“Oysters to begin with, of course,” said Thaddeus.

“I suppose so,” said Bessie, “though, you remember, the last time we had oysters you had to open them, because the man from the market didn’t get here until half-past seven.”

“And Ellen had never opened any except with a tack-hammer,” said Thaddeus.  “Yes, I remember.  But lightning never strikes twice in the same place.  Put down the oysters.  Then we’ll have some kind of a puree—­celery puree, eh?”

“That will be very good if Ellen can be induced to keep it thick.”

“Perhaps we’d better tell her we want a celery consomme,” suggested Thaddeus.  “Then it will be sure to be as thick as a dictionary.”

“I guess it will be all right,” said Bessie.  “What kind of fish?”

“Bradley likes salmon; Robinson likes sole; Phillips likes whitebait, and so do I.”

“We’ll have whitebait,” said Bessie, simply.  “Then a saddle of mutton?”

“Yes, and an entree of some kind, and next individual ruddy ducks.”

“No Roman punch?”

“We can get along without that, I think,” said Thaddeus.  “We want to keep this dinner down to Mary’s comprehension, and I’m afraid she wouldn’t know what to make of an ice in the middle of the dinner.  The chances are she’d want to serve it hot.”

“All right, Teddy.  What next?”

“I would suggest a lemon pie for Bradley,” smiled Thaddeus.

“What do you say to Ellen’s making one of her tipsy-cakes?” suggested Bessie.

“Just the thing,” said Thaddeus, smacking his lips with enthusiasm.  “I could eat a million of ’em.  Then we can finish up with coffee and fruit.”

So it was settled.  The invitations were sent out, and Bessie devoted her energies for the next ten days to making ready.

Ellen’s culinary powers were tested at every meal.  For dinner one night she was requested to prepare the puree, which turned out to be eminently satisfactory.  Thaddeus gave her a few practical lessons in the art of opening oysters, an art of which he had become a master in his college days—­in fact, if his own words were to be believed, it was the sole accomplishment he had there acquired which gave any significance whatever to his degree of B. A.—­so that in case the “fish gentleman” failed to appear in time nothing disastrous might result.  Other things on the menu were also ordered at various times, and all went so well that when Thaddeus left home on the chosen Wednesday morning, it was with a serene sense of good times ahead.  The invited guests had accepted, and everything was promising.