“Then come next Wednesday—and to supper. Good-bye until then.”
“But, deary,” Mrs. Prior called after the two retreating figures, “you ain’t told me where to come to. Nor what your name is.”
Blue Bonnet laughed. “I’m Elizabeth Ashe; I’m staying with my grandmother, Mrs. Clyde. Do you know where the Clyde place is?”
Mrs. Prior drew herself up. The Clyde place! And she was invited there to supper!
“Well,” Kitty exclaimed the moment they were out of earshot, “whatever possessed you to go and do that, Elizabeth Ashe! A nice scrape you’ve got yourself into! What do you suppose your aunt will say?”
Blue Bonnet stopped short. “I never once thought of Aunt Lucinda!”
CHAPTER VI
TEA-PARTY NUMBER TWO
It was characteristic of Blue Bonnet that she told of that invitation the moment she entered the sitting-room, on her return.
Blue Bonnet was growing fond of the large, rather formal sitting-room. Best of all, she liked it at this hour; with the twilight coming on, and with only the firelight filling the room, softening everything.