“Well, ask any of her friends. Oh, by the way, I want one of those cards. Thanks!”
He took one, to her great annoyance, and then asked for a pen. She gave it to him with a little sigh. He filled in the blank card and read it with a grin.
“Mother will be annoyed if you send out invitations without consulting her.”
“I’ll tell her when I’ve posted it. It’s to a fellow I know very well.”
Angela took the pen. She began to write the last card, hesitated, and then asked:
“Man named Conlan.”
The pen dropped from her fingers.
“Not your cowboy friend?”
“Even so, fair sister. And why not? I tell you Jim—Conlan is the greatest thing on earth. Oh, you’ll love him.”