"I thought so," answered Blanch, laughing; "you never did come to me unless you wanted help. Well, who is the girl now, and what do you want?"
Frank looked surprised.
"How do you know it is a girl?" he asked.
"It usually is with you," she answered, eyeing him curiously. "So out with it. What's her name?"
"Alice Page," he replied.
"What, the girl you wanted us to invite to go on the yacht?" asked Blanch.
"That's the one," he replied, "and, as you know, she wouldn't come."
"Which shows her good sense," interrupted Blanch. "Well, what can I do in the matter?"
"Much, if you want to, and nothing, if you don't," he answered. "The fact is, sis, I want you to pack a trunk, and go with me to call on her. She is mighty proud, and I imagine that is why she turned the cold shoulder on my efforts to get her to come to Boston and meet you all. Now, if you go there, if only for one night, the ice will be broken, and of course you will invite her to visit you, and all will go well."
"A nice little scheme," responded Blanch, "but what will mamma and Ede say, do you think?"