"Remember," said Allen, at parting, "that I am to act as your guide three years and three months from now."
"I won't forget," promised Jeanne, who had gone to the station with her cousins to see the visitor off. "I have your address and I learned in school how to write a long, long telegram in less than ten words. You'll surely get it some nice warm day in June, three and a quarter years from now."
How Jeannette kept this promise, you will discover later.
CHAPTER XVI
AN OLD ALBUM
"There's a great big piece of news in my letter from daddy," confided Jeanne, who had been summoned to sit with her grandfather. He had been alone for longer than he liked. Since his illness, indeed, he seemed to like someone with him; and Jeanne was usually the only person available.
"What kind of news?" he asked.
"Good news, I guess. My stepgrandmother is gone forever. And I'm sort of glad."
"What! Is she dead?"