“I wish we had another noo uncle,” sighed Doris. “He was the best ’sprise we ever had. Pity we hadn’t some more.”
“Oh, you’d soon get sick of uncles,” grumbled Eileen.
“There might be a letter from Uncle to-day,” said Mollie, brightly. “It’s a long while since we heard from him. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if there was one from him to-day.”
“I’ll bet there won’t be,” croaked Eileen, “so don’t be thinking there might, because you’ll only be disappointed.”
Mother opened the mail-bag, and out dropped some square thick envelopes.
“Oh, letters!” called Mother, and there was a scramble to see whom they were for.
“Mother and Dadda, Miss Gibson, and the Misses Hudson, and one for Willie, in the same writing,” she cried.
“I hope it’s not a bill for that whip of mine,” said Willie, as he tried to appear careless about getting a letter.
“A likely thing a bill would come in an envelope like that,” said Eileen, sharply.
Then there was excitement indeed, for the letters were invitations to a party at “Myall,” and not merely a party, but a plain and fancy dress party. There was great excitement at “Gillong,” as they discussed their dresses and “characters.”