On the way back to luncheon that noon the girls excitedly discussed the newest turn of affairs and the newest revelation made by their strange neighbor. And so absorbed were they in this fresh interest and so anxious to impart it to Aunt Minerva that they scarcely noticed she was laboring under a suppressed excitement quite as great as their own. Indeed, she paid but scant attention to their recital; and when they had finished, her only comment was:
"Very odd—very odd indeed. But you never can guess about the news I have!"
"No, no! Of course I can't guess. Tell us—quick!" cried Marcia, impatiently. "It's something wonderful, I know!"
Miss Minerva made no reply, but suddenly laid a wireless telegram before them. Marcia snatched it up and read aloud:
"Change of sailing-plans. Will be home in two days.
"Edwin Brett."
"Hurrah! hurrah!" she cried. "Father's coming! A whole two months before we expected him! Now we'll hear something about the bracelet—and who knows what will happen after that!"