The older woman seemed scarcely to notice the unmade beds or the open trunks. She nodded to Linda as she entered, but she appeared like a person with something serious on her mind.
"How did you know where to find us?" inquired Dot, after she had cleared a chair for their visitor.
"It's in all the papers," the latter replied. "Haven't you read about yourselves? Why, everybody in town thinks you two girls are simply marvelous! Rescuing that money was a miracle in itself—an act of courage that Jacksonville will always be grateful to you for."
"It's awfully nice of you to say so," murmured Dot, for Linda remained silent. Somehow the latter could never feel at home with this woman.
"Our city is planning a parade and celebration in your honor," she continued. "And the Daughters of the Confederacy would like to invite you to a dinner and reception afterwards. That is one of the reasons why I came to see you—to extend the invitation in person."
"It's extremely kind of you," assented Dot. "We'll be delighted to accept, won't we, Linda?"
"Why, yes—of course—only—" Linda paused, hoping that she was not appearing rude.
"Except what, my dear!" asked Mrs. Carter.
"Well, it's marvelous of you to do it for us, but you see our fathers are coming—and Dot's mother—and my Aunt Emily——"