“Give my love to my nieces, and kindest regards to Mr. Force, and believe me, ever, dear Elfrida,
“Your affectionate brother,
“Enderby.”
Mrs. Force having read the letter to herself, passed it over without a word of comment to her husband.
Mr. Force also read it in silence, and then returned it to his wife, saying:
“This matter requires mature deliberation. We will think over it to-night, and decide to-morrow.”
“Or, as to-morrow is the Sabbath, we will write and give my brother our answer on Monday,” amended the lady.
“Yes, that will be better. It will give us more time to mature our plans,” assented Mr. Force.
“What is it?” inquired Wynnette, drawing near her parents, while Elva and Rosemary looked the interest that they did not put into words.
“A letter from your Uncle Enderby, my dears, inviting us all to come over and make him a long visit.”