“Well, Jim, now I know what the surprise is,” laughed Dorothy, “its Aurora.”
“Now, that’s all wrong,” warned Gerald, “altogether wrong.”
“No it isn’t, is it Jim?” remarked Dorothy.
“Well, yes and no,” tactfully put in Jim. “The real surprise is this,—Aunt Betty has ordered a luncheon for all of us, a farewell luncheon for you, Dorothy, and we are all invited; so let’s hurry home. I’m hungry for one.”
“And I—I am most near starved,” cried Alfy.
The young people reached home just as luncheon was ready, and my! what a luncheon it was; all declared there never was a finer.