"I just received an invitation, myself," he replied. "We will go together, Amarilly. I'll send you flowers and call for you with a taxicab."
"Things must stop happening to me," said Amarilly solemnly. "I can't stand much more."
Derry laughed.
"When things once begin to happen, Amarilly, they never stop. You are to go from here now every day after luncheon to this address," handing her a card.
"'Miss Varley,'" Amarilly read. "'1227, Winter Street.' Will she have work for me, too?"
"Yes; work in schoolbooks. She takes a few private pupils, and I have engaged her to teach you. I really think you should have instruction in other branches than English and art and arithmetic."
Amarilly turned pale but said nothing for a moment. Then she held out her hand.
"I will study hard—to pay you," she said simply.
"And can you stand another piece of exciting news, Amarilly? Sunset, which I have dawdled over for so long, drew first prize."
"Oh, Mr. Derry, that is best of all!"