"A boy--a foreigner!" Judith searched her memory. "Of course we likely met many such. You don't mean call boys, bell boys, or check boys, do you?"
"Oh, no, certainty not. I knew you met battalions of them. I mean some one who called on--Helen?"
"Oh, mercy no!" Judith almost gasped. "Helen would not see anyone. She acted like a frightened little mouse."
"Then did she get many--letters?"
"Never one that I saw," promptly replied the surprised Judith.
"Well, it is something about a boy, and a letter, and of course he had to be foreign to match up. But I know it is all plain rubbish. And I will do all in my power to run it down. Meanwhile we have to have an election," and the soft brown eyes looked wistfully into Judith's darker orbs.
"Worse luck," replied Judith. "But since we must have it, we must elect our candidate. I never felt quite so helpless. It is plain I do depend a lot on Janie."
"We all do, but this is an excellent opportunity to try out our own mettle. If I could only come right out and ask----"
"Whom?" insisted Judith with much vehemence.
"Marian Seaton, of course."