"He's in town," said Lark.
"Going to stay a week," added Carol.
"And he said he wanted to have lots of good times with us, and so—we—why, of course it was very sudden, and we didn't have time to ask—"
"But parsonage doors are always open—"
"And I don't know how he ever wormed it out of us, but—one of us—"
"I can't remember which one!"
"Invited him to come for dinner to-night, and he's coming."
"Goodness," said Aunt Grace. "We were going to have potato soup and toast."
"It'll keep," said Carol. "Of course we're sorry to inconvenience you at this late hour, but Larkie and I will tell Connie what to do, so you won't have much bother. Let's see, now, we must think up a pretty fair meal. Four thousand a year—and prospects!"
Aunt Grace turned questioning eyes toward the older sister.