“It can’t be for me?” cried Flossie.
But before the footman could speak again, Belle rose majestically and crossed the room.
“I believe I know what it is,” she said, angrily. “And it is going to stop. You were going to take the card upstairs, Gregson?”
“No, mem!” said Gregson, somewhat heated. “Hi do not carry cards above the second floor.”
“It’s somebody to see Helen!” cried Flossie, clapping her hands softly and enjoying her older sister’s rage.
“Give it to me!” exclaimed Belle, snatching the card from the tray. She turned toward her sisters to read it. But when her eye lit upon the name she was for the moment surprised out of speech.
“Goodness me! who is it?” gasped Hortense.
“Jessie Stone—‘Miss Jessie Dolliver Stone.’ Goodness me!” whispered Belle.
“Not the Stones of Riverside Drive—the Stones?” from Hortense.
“Dud Stone’s sister?” exclaimed Flossie.