Mrs. Milo was calling into the hall. "Susan! Susan dear!"
"On guard!" Sue was part way up the stairs, seated.
"Just a moment, my daughter." Leaving the door wide, Mrs. Milo came fluttering back. "It really didn't surprise me," she declared, with a wise nod at Balcome. "I half guessed a marriage."
"Hope for the worst!" mocked Clare.
Sue came in, with a quick look around. "Are you ready to go, mother?"
"You bet, mother is not ready to go,"—this Clare, under her breath.
"My dear," said her mother, sweetly, "we have called you in to tell you some good news."
Sue smiled. "I could manage to bear up under quite a supply of good news." Farvel was brushing at his eyes. His face was averted, but she guessed that he had been crying.
"First of all, Susan, Miss Crosby is——"
"Now, mother, does Miss Crosby want——"