"EDITH ARMINGHAM."
She found the address in the Red Book, sealed the envelope, rang for Gootle, and despatched the invitation.
Then she rustled to the fireplace and looked at the flames.
"Now why--why did I do that?"
There was no answer. The fairies looked at each other and laughed. Then they made slides on the lid of the piano.
The Duchess was angry.
CHAPTER XVIII
A COMPACT
The brougham which bore the delighted but highly nervous Mrs. Barnett Moss to Armingham House set her down before the door at two minutes to the hour. To be two minutes better than punctual was one of the iron rules of the millionaire; his wife remembered it when paying an advantageous call. As the clock in the boudoir struck four she entered the presence.
June also was there. Her companions of yesterday had returned at dawn to their posts of duty, the pillar-boxes; but Bim she had fetched, in measure to supply their places.