"Oh, it's only the postman. Jimmie will go."
Taking both her sister's hands in hers and bending over, Fanny embraced her sister affectionately. Soothingly she said:
"Things ought to turn for you pretty soon, dear. I hope that they will. How I hope they do!"
As she spoke the front doorbell rang again, this time more loudly. Fanny started to her feet.
"I thought Jimmie was there. He must have gone out."
"I wonder who it is?" murmured Virginia.
"I'll go and see," said Fanny. "I hope it isn't company. Our next door neighbors have been threatening to call for some time."
In no humor to be bothered by visitors, Virginia rose hastily.
"I don't want to see anyone," she said. "I'll go and lie down."
As her sister went toward the door, Virginia made a quick escape into the bedroom.