"Good for you, Kit!"
Both the girls started and looked up, to see Alan's head stretched out from his window, with a look of perfect approval on his boyish face.
"I didn't mean to listen," he said penitently. "I was up here reading and, honestly, I didn't hear a thing but Kit's last speech. That was such a good one that I did just want to pat her on the back. I'm going to stop up my ears now."
"Come down, and stay with us, Alan," his cousin, said.
"No, thanks; not even you can bribe me to leave this book. I want to know what they found in the bottom of the cave." And Alan returned to his reading.
However, the unexpected interruption had put an end to all serious talk, and the girls were chatting idly, now of this matter, now of that, when a boy stepped up on the piazza. He had a telegram in his hand.
"Miss Katharine W. Shepard?" he asked, referring to his address book.
Katharine rose, dropping the kitten on the floor.
"I am Miss Shepard," she said, taking the envelope from his hand and signing the receipt.
"I hope nothing is wrong," said Florence, eyeing the yellow paper with a true feminine dislike of a telegram.