“In fact she could not stay there at all,” said Dalton, “if I know anything about it.”
“But probably Mrs. Ives’ guests are not all exiles,” Mr. Tudor added, open for information.
“Mother and Dad met some of them abroad, I think,” Peggy volunteered. “And I think that Count Herschfeld knows some of them, and the Kravetz, too.”
Beth looked rather disapproving of Peggy’s reference to her governess and Mr. Tudor wanted to ask who the Count and “the Kravetz” were; but he thought it not in good taste to ask any more questions. Peggy, however, explained. “The Count, Mr. Tudor, is a sort of secretary for my step-father. Do come over to see my things, girls. I shall have time to play around for several days. Dad wrote that they would be here at the latest somewhere around the twenty-eighth, he thought,—oh, girls, that—” Peggy had just thought.
But Leslie spoke at once. “Indeed, we shall be over right away, Peggy. Would to-morrow morning be too soon? It is not very long till the twenty-eighth, is it, Dal?” Leslie looked soberly at her brother.
“Not very, Les.”
“I wish that you would come, too, Dal. You have never been over and Mother was saying that she wanted to see the rest of the Eyrie family.”
“I want to see your mother, too, Peggy, but I’m too busy with the building, you see. Bring your mother over here.”
“I will, when the company goes. But then, she always has somebody.” Peggy looked rather cross at the thought.
“We’ll ask your mother out for a little trip in the Sea Crest,” Beth suggested. “Perhaps she will feel that she can run off for a little while.”