“But I didn’t go alone; Cousin Sue was with me and we kind of got separated. I wandered off, as it were.”
“Then you must promise never to do so again; always keep your companions in sight.”
“You bet I will,” replied Joanne so fervently that her grandfather realized that he need not lay any greater emphasis on his command.
The boys were prompt in making their call, when it was discovered that Jack’s father was the John Barry who married Eleanor Lewis, a fact which gave Joanne as much satisfaction as it did her grandmother, and when it was discovered that Mrs. Barry was also an intimate friend of Mrs. Marriott’s there was given an added zest to the acquaintance. Mrs. Barry lost no time in coming to see Mrs. Selden and left Joanne in a state of blissful anticipation when she said that she expected a visit from Mrs. Marriott very soon and she would insist upon Joanne’s coming out to spend a day with them.
“So many lovely things are happening,” sighed Joanne when she met Winnie the next day, and told of all that had been going on.
“I don’t call getting lost in the dark woods a lovely thing,” remarked Winnie.
“Yes, but what it led to was lovely, and loveliest of all will be to see dear Mrs. Marriott again.”
“Well, don’t get so absorbed in her that you can’t think of the concert which is to be next week, you know. We must all hustle and sell as many tickets as we can. Has any one promised to buy from you?”
“Oh, dear, I haven’t even asked.”
“Just what I thought. You should sell at least ten. There are the Pattisons, your grandparents, and these new people, the Barrys, that should mean eight at least, and you should get rid of two more without half trying.” Winnie checked them off on her fingers.