"And me?" asked Ruth.
"And you," Elizabeth said, not quite able to keep her voice steady, "if you want to be congratulated by me."
"Kiss me, dear." Mrs. Farraday slipped an arm around her daughter's shoulders.
"No," said Ruth, sharply, "no."
"I don't see why anybody should want to kiss anybody," Peggy said. "It's too exciting, anyway."
"It's rather usual," Mr. Farraday murmured, "or it used to be, before this modern generation."
"A telegram for Miss Ruth," the maid came in and crossed the porch to present it.
Ruth looked a little dully at the yellow envelope on the silver tray.
"Who can be telegraphing now?" she said.
"Shall I open it, Sister?" Peggy put out her hand protectingly.