"Oh, Agnes, that will be lovely," cried Dorothy, clasping her hand. "It is awfully good of you to think of doing it."
"Let me see," said Agnes, "I think father is pretty sure to be in his office about this time; we might as well go and get it over."
She went to the 'phone, the two little girls standing by while she carried on the conversation, and once in a while one of them would put in a word of argument, so that they could be sure the last [18]word bad been said on the subject. After a while Agnes hung up the receiver and looked down with a smile.
"That much is settled," she told them. "Father says he hasn't the slightest objection and leaves it all to mother to decide."
"Then there is nothing to do but wait, I suppose," said Dorothy with a sigh.
"Why, I don't know," said Agnes after a moment's thought. "Why can't you call up Mrs. MacDonald's and get mother there? She will have read the letter, you see, and it will be fresh in her mind."
"Why, of course," said Dorothy delightedly.
"Shall I do it myself, Agnes?"
"You might as well plead your own cause."
So Dorothy was soon discussing the matter with her mother, and finally won from her the assurance that she did not see anything to prevent, though she would not say positively until she had discussed it with Mrs. Conway.