“That’s the way we all felt,” said Lucile with equal earnestness, while Evelyn could not repress a chuckle at the memory of their first meeting with Jim. “Has he anything else to say?”
“Only one thing,” answered Phil, mysteriously.
“What is it?” the girls demanded in chorus.
“Hurry up, please, Phil,” Jessie pleaded.
“Certainly, anything for you,” Phil returned gallantly. “Why, he just states that Mr. and Mrs. Wescott——”
“Miss Howland!” cried Evelyn. 17
“Miss Howland that was,” corrected Phil; “Mrs. Wescott that is.”
“What difference does it make?” cried Lucile, impatiently. “What about her—is she sick?”
At the suggestion the girls grew pale.
“Not quite as bad as that,” teased Phil, enjoying the sensation his news was making and bent on prolonging it to the last extreme.