“Of course it is, and the very dear friend of mine is Uncle Roddy,” Polly exclaimed delightedly.
“The charming evening must be the night we went to see ‘Peter Pan,’” Lois said. “Wasn’t it nice of him to remember it.”
“But why does he say ‘once mayor of a certain city’?” Connie inquired, re-reading Betty’s card.
“Oh, that’s because Bet nicknamed him Lord Mayor of London,” Polly explained. “His name is really Dick Whittington.”
They each selected a candy, and munched in happy silence.
“Lois Farwell, Lois Farwell. Oh, Lois,” a voice called suddenly from the depths of the hall. “Where are you?”
“Here, in the express-room,” Lois answered; “What is it?”
Dot Mead poked her head in the doorway.
“You’re wanted upstairs, right away, hurry!”
“Why?” chorused everybody.