Half an hour later, Donald came in.
“Here’s something I picked up on the doorstep,” he said. “Probably a circular or something thrown down. Why, what’s this?”
He held it up. A burst of laughter from the girls greeted it. It was that identical paper, which had probably been rubbed off by the overcoat, and had worked down.
Cricket looked perfectly blank for a moment, and then joined in the laughter.
“If Archie only knew it,” she cried, “wouldn’t he crow! Joke’s on me now, for sure!”
CHAPTER X.
THE BOY.
Mrs. Ward came to the luncheon table the next day, holding up three pink tickets.
“A treat for the musical ones,” she said, gaily. “Mrs. Chester has just sent around these tickets for the matinée performance of that little musical wonder, this afternoon. For some reason they are unable to use them.”
“Hurrah!” said Marjorie, clapping her hands in true Cricket fashion, “I’ve been dying to hear him. Oh, Edith, people say he’s the greatest dear!”
“I thought you and Edith and Eunice could go, dear,” said Mrs. Ward. “You will enjoy it better than the younger ones.”