“Present!”
“Mrs. Charlotte Bruce?”
“Here.”
“Mabel Bruce?”
“Present!”
“Elsa Carruthers?”
“Oh! I—don’t know—I guess—.” But a firm voice, her father’s, answered for the hesitating girl, whose timidity made her shrink from all these strangers.
“Aurora Blank? Gerald Blank?”
“Oh, we’re both right on hand, don’t you know? Pop’s pride rather stood in the way, but—Present!”