“Mr. A. B. Jones:—Dear Sir:—I have considered your offer. I shall be in Cincinnati, Palace Hotel, Friday. If offer is still open, meet me in the lobby at 6 o’clock Friday night. I am going to Cincinnati on an errand for Miss Willing.
“Jimmy Smith.”
Mabel read the letter over several times.
“I guess it is all right,” she said at last. “There is only one thing I would suggest.”
“What is it?”
“I would add a line and say, ‘Under no circumstances write me!’”
“Good,” said Shirley. “I’ll do it.”
She did, and then addressing an envelope, the two girls walked up to the mail box at the pike and waited the passing of the rural mail carrier. They did not wish the letter to remain in the box unguarded, because some one might see it.
But with the letter in the mailman’s hands, Shirley felt more comfortable. The two girls walked back to the house.
“With good luck,” said Shirley, “that is, if Dad doesn’t object, we should be able to leave here Thursday morning. We will send Clara a telegram from town telling her to meet us. Now we’ll go and see what Dad has to say.”