“Quite likely. She knew it.”
“Queer, isn’t it?” ruminated Le. “Roland and I do happen to make our voyages and returns simultaneously, or nearly so, and without any possibility of intended concert of action.”
“Well, if you happen to start about the same time for a voyage of the same length, you will be apt to return about the same time, I suppose!”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“And now, Le, my boy, in regard to inviting young Bayard here, do so, by all means. Ask any of your particular friends. And ask them to come a day or so beforehand, so as to be ready for the occasion.”
“Thank you, Uncle Abel; but I think Roland is the only one whom I care to invite.”
“Does the liberty you have given Le include us all, papa, dear?” inquired Wynnette.
“In what respect, my dear? I don’t understand you.”
“May each of us invite one or more very particular friends?” Wynnette inquired.
“You must consult your mother and Odalite about that,” replied Mr. Force, good-humoredly.