"A letter for me?" she repeated. "I wonder from whom it can be." She returned to the room with the letter in her hand.
"A letter, Flora?" inquired her mother. "Who is writing to you, dear?"
"It is from Alec, mother," was the answer, a moment later.
"What does the dear boy say—anything of importance?" asked Mrs. Hazeley.
"It is a very short letter. Shall I read it?"
"Never mind, Flora; just tell us what he wants."
"It is simply a very short, but very urgent, invitation for us all to spend Christmas with him. You, especially, Harry."
"Me? I wonder why?"
"Shall we go, mother?"
"Of course. I would not disappoint the boy for anything; besides, we have not seen him for so long."