"No; tum." He tugged at her hand.
Laughing at his eagerness, she threw off her mackintosh, caught him in her arms, and went in the direction of the voices which she heard in a confused, excited murmur. As she opened the door, she was saluted with a chorus.
"Here she is!"
"Oh, Ted, just look!"
"Now she won't speak to the rest of us."
"Teddy, do see here!"
She looked and saw. Then, regardless of Allyn in her arms, she cast herself into the middle of the group and seized upon something that stood there,—something with a gleam of black enamel and a flash of nickel and the lustre of polished wood.
"Oh, Hu! Mamma! Hope! What is it? Where did it come from?"
"The expressman left it here, addressed to you, Teddy; and here's a note in Mrs. Farrington's writing, tied to the bar."
Theodora snatched the note and broke the dainty seal, but it was a moment before she could realize the meaning of what was written within.