“Oh!” said Aunt Mary blankly; “where ’m I goin’? Do you know?”
“Mr. Denham told me that you had promised to attend an automobile party at four.”
“Oh, yes,” said Aunt Mary hastily. “I guess I remember. I guess I do. I saw Jack wanted to go, so I said I’d go, too. I’m a great believer in lettin’ the young enjoy themselves.”
She looked sharply at Janice as she spoke, but Janice was serene.
“I didn’t come to town to do anything but make Jack happy,” continued Aunt Mary, “and I see that he won’t take any fresh air without I go along—so I shall go too while I’m here. Mostly. As a general thing.”
“Mr. Mitchell called and left these flowers with his card,” Janice said, opening a huge box of roses; “and a man brought a package. Shall I open it?”
Aunt Mary’s wrinkles fairly radiated.
“Well, did I ever!” she exclaimed. “Yes; open it.”
Janice proceeded to obey, and the package was found to contain an automobile wrap, a pair of goggles and a note from Clover.
“My gracious me!” cried Aunt Mary.