Chapter 2 Chapter two

Planning a party for kids takes more work than entertaining adults.Generally speaking, it is enough to have a party with some good wine, good food, and some lemon juice.More money, perhaps, but less hassle, Ariadlee Oliver and her friend Judith Butler agreed. "What about the party for teens?" Judith asked. "I don't know," said Mrs. Oliver. "How should I say it," said Judith. "Probably no trouble at all. I mean, they didn't let us adults do it at all. And said they'd do it all themselves." "Are they okay?" "They think it's okay," said Judith, "but they tend to forget to buy things, and buy a lot of things that no one wants to eat. Throw us out, and complain that we should have certain things ready for them to have, they A lot of broken glasses and stuff, people that no one likes show up unannounced, and people bring friends that no one likes. You know that kind of thing, and get weird drugs - they don't care What's it called?—flowerpot, purple marijuana, or hallucinogen, I've never been able to figure it out before."

"It must be expensive?" asked Ariadrey Oliver. "It's terrible to drink. The marijuana smells weird." "Sounds dull," said Mrs. Oliver. "It's going to be a good party, though, trust Rowena Drake. She's good at organizing. We'll see." "I don't even feel like going to the party anymore," sighed Mrs. Oliver. "Go upstairs and lie down for an hour, and you'll see, you'll like it when you go there, and if Miranda doesn't have a fever, she's so disappointed, poor boy." At seven o'clock the party began, and Ariadrey Oliver had to admit that her friend was right.The guests arrived on time.It's progressing rather carelessly.The party was well designed, organized and carried out in an orderly manner. The stairs were dotted with red lights, blue lights, and yellow jack-o-lanterns everywhere. The boys and girls participating in the party held decorated brooms to compete. After greetings, Mrs. Rowena Drake announced the program of the evening. First began the broom race, with the first, second and third prizes.Then cut the powder cake and carry out in a small greenhouse.Then bite the apple - there is a list on the side wall, who is paired with whom - come down and the dance begins, and the partners are exchanged as soon as the lights go out.After that, the girls went to the small study to get the mirror, and then they had dinner, played with fire, and finally presented the prize. "

As with all evening parties, it was awkward at first, with the brooms coming out one by one, all small and poorly decorated. "It's easier to judge this way." Mrs. Drake stood aside and said to a friend. Said, "This competition is very useful. You must know that there are always one or two children who know that they will not be able to win in any other event. In this competition, they can easily get a place." "You're so wicked, Rowena." "No. I just want to be fair and reasonable. The key is that everyone wants to win something." "What's the matter with the chip cake?" asked Ariadrey Oliver.

"Oh, by the way, you weren't there when I was talking about this game, ah, it's just a cup of flour, press it hard, pour it into a tray, put a sixpence on it, and then everyone cuts off a piece, try to Don't let the coin fall. If anyone touches the coin, he's out. It's a knockout. The last man left gets the sixpence. Come, let's go." They went out together, and there were bursts of cheers from the study. It was playing a game of biting an apple, and the hair of the person who came out was wet and his body was covered with water. The most popular (or at least the most popular among girls) is the arrival of the witch on Halloween, played by Mrs. Goodbody, a local cleaning lady who is not only born with a hooked nose, but also has a nose and chin. They are close together, and she is good at imitating a cooing sound, which sounds creepy, and she can say a lot of mysterious spells.

"Okay, come here, Beatrice, is that you? Ah, Beatrice, what an interesting name, oh, you want to know what your future husband looks like. Oh dear, sit Here, yes, yes, under this lamp. Sit here and hold on tight to this little mirror, and you'll see him when the light goes out. Turn around and he'll appear, oh, hold on to your mirror. Ah —Bula-ka-ka-bra, what are you doing? This man is going to marry me. Beatrice, Beatrice, come and see the face of your sweetheart." There was a sudden flash of light in the room, from a ladder set up behind one of the screens, into an outer corner, and reflected precisely on the little mirror that the excited Beatrice was clutching.

"Oh!" cried Beatrice, "I see him! I can see him in the mirror!" The beams went out, all the lights came on, and a color photo taped to a card floated down from the ceiling.Beatrice danced with excitement. "See! See! I see him," she cried. "Oh, he has a beautiful ginger beard." She lunged at Mrs. Oliver, who was nearest to her. "Look, look. Do you think he's handsome? He's like Eddie Preswaite, don't you?" Mrs. Oliver really thought it looked like someone's face in the morning paper, because she was sick of seeing it every day.She felt that that kind of beard was kept on purpose to show off that she was a genius.

"Where do these things come from?" she asked. "Oh, Rowena got Nick to do it, his friend Desmond helped him, he practiced photography many times, he did makeup with a few mates, put on wigs, beards, beards Waiting for the props, and then the light shines on him, and the girls will naturally jump up with joy." "I always thought," said Mrs. Ariadley Oliver, "that girls are so stupid these days." "Don't you think you've always been stupid?" Rowena Drake asked. Mrs. Oliver thought for a moment. "I think you're right," she had to admit.

"All right," cried Mrs. Drake, "dinner is served." The dinner was delicious.With cream iced cakes, savory hors d'oeuvres, prawns, cheese, and praline desserts, the kids couldn't get enough. "And now," Rowena announced, "for the last game of the night, chestnuts from the fire, across the way, through the storage room. Yes, good. First come prize." After the prizes were distributed, there was a wail, like the cry of a ghost heralding the coming of death.The children ran across the hall and back to the dining room. The food has been removed, the table is covered with a green cashmere blanket, and there is a huge plate of raisins on fire, and everyone screams and rushes to grab the raisins that are shining, shouting "Oh, I'm burnt! How cute Ah!" Gradually the fire went out, the lights came on, and the party was over.

"It was a huge success," Rowena said. "It took a lot of hard work for you to achieve such good results." "That's great," Judith couldn't help but admire, "that's great." "We've got to clean it up," she cried, "and we can't leave it all to these poor women to-morrow morning."