It was the first time that Madeleine had spread her Wings and hit the
rarified Strata. For a Beginner she was there with the Spread. She
made the American Eagle look like an English Sparrow.

As soon as she arrived back in Sleepy Hollow she began to turn the Old
Family Residence upside down and get it stocked up, just like a Club,
for the Hot Babies from the Metropolis.

The Real Things arrived on a Special Car with their Hats down over
their Ears and were more or less obscured by Dogs and English Help and
Cigarette Smoke. As they rode up Main street there was a Pale Face at
every Window. Just as the Parade passed the High School, the tall
Smoke-Stack over at the Hominy Mills fell with a Loud Crash.

That Afternoon there was a smell of Moth Balls in many a Refined Home,
for all who had learned to take Soup from the side of the Spoon were
under Royal Command to come up and get a private Peek at the imported
Gentry.

It was to be a Dinner followed by a Small Dance. If it had been a
full-sized Affair, no doubt Father would now be working by the Day.

Instead of the customary 3 Carnations and 1 Maiden-Hair Fern gracing
the center of the Board, the terrified Guests saw a Wagon-Load of
tropical Bloom which pleased them very much as soon as each had
secreted a new kind of Cocktail, served in a Goblet, with a Stick of
Dynamite substituted for the Olive.

The Orchestra did a lot of those "Oh! Oh!" Rags, while strange Foods
kept descending to the Table and a Special Corps of waiters tried to
give an Imitation of the Johnstown Flood.

Conversation became epidemic and many Local Characters who had remained
in Obscurity for Years came out of their Pods and began to hop about
and sing in the Sunlight.

Members of the Married Woman's Safety League were hanging out Signs of
Distress and trying to give Warning Signals, but Madeleine would not
permit them to crab her Little Party. She wanted to show the Boobs
just how these Recherche Functions are stage-managed in Upper Circles.

Accordingly they all felt their Way to the Front Room, where they Found
awaiting them a Bowl of Artillery Punch about the size of Lake Erie,
and no more Harm in a full Bumper than there is in a Rattle-Snake.

Madeleine headed off a Two-Step and told Friends and Neighbors to sit
back close to the Wall with a Piece of Ice in each Hand and get Wise to
the latest Stuff.

The She and her Friends pinned up their Garments and put Resin on their
Ha