Aunt Hannah laughed in obvious amusement.
“Bless your dear heart, yes, my boy! Has it been such a long time since last evening—when you saw her yourself? Yes, she's all right. In fact, I was thinking at the breakfast table how pretty she looked with her pink cheeks and her bright eyes. She seemed to be in such high spirits.”
An inarticulate something that Aunt Hannah could not quite catch came across the line; then a somewhat hurried “All right. Thank you. Good-by.”
The next time Aunt Hannah was called to the telephone, Billy spoke to her.
“Aunt Hannah, don't wait luncheon for me, please. I shall get it in town. And don't expect me till five o'clock. I have some shopping to do.”
“All right, dear,” replied Aunt Hannah. “Did you get the tickets?”
“Yes, and the Greggorys will go. Oh, and Aunt Hannah!”
“Yes, dear.”
“Please tell John to bring Peggy around early enough to-night so we can go down and get the Greggorys. I told them we'd call for them.”
“Very well, dear. I'll tell him.”