Helen laughed. “I guess Ruth is thinking of singing that song. Ruth believes in Wonota.”
“If I could carry the tune,” her chum said, more lightly. “We’ll talk of that later, Mr. Hammond.”
“Oh, I would give you first chance, Miss Ruth,” said the producer. “By the way,” and he turned to his desk. “I brought mail from the town. Here are several letters for you, Miss Ruth, and one for Miss Cameron.”
The girls began to open their letters as soon as they reached their room. But it was Helen’s single epistle that created the most excitement.
“It’s from Carrie Perrin,” she said to Ruth. Then, in a moment, she uttered a cry that drew Ruth’s full attention. “Listen to this! What do you know about this, Ruth?”
“What is it, my dear?” asked her chum, in her usual composed manner.
“Just think of that!” cried Helen, in tears. “And I have treated him so hatefully. He’ll never forgive me in this world, I suppose. It is about Chess,” she sobbed, and handed her chum the letter.