Mimi straddled a chair backwards, unfolded the letter and prepared to read——
“Where is Sue? This is getting queer. Has she an invisible cloak? Every time I’ve looked for her lately she has disappeared.”
“She had a notice in her box to come to the studio. Miss Taylor wanted to see her.”
“What are you saying about me, Chloe?” Sue asked poking her head around the door.
“Eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves,” Betsy quoted.
“Come down to the studio with me, Mimi—’sprise.”
She need say no more—at the word “s’prise,” Mimi was up and after her.
“You can usher with me at Albert Spaulding’s recital!”
Mimi failed to catch Sue’s enthusiasm.
“Crazy—you will get to wear your long wedding dress and high heeled slippers—now—say something.”