"Good evening, Father. Thank you so much."
"Your mother," he lowered his voice, "isn't as strong as her friends might hope, I'm afraid. She just had a faint spell, and she's in there now, lying down. It quite worried me, Georgia."
"Yes, sometimes I'm afraid she won't get better."
"She has told me she wished to resign from the advisory board of our summer school. That shows how she thinks she is. You know how much interest she always took in the work as long as she was able."
"Yes—poor mama."
"It would be a great comfort to her if you would take her place."
"Me!" exclaimed Georgia, startled.
"Yes. She is very anxious to keep it in the family, as it were," he explained, smiling.
"Let's see," asked Georgia slowly, "who's on that board?"
"Mrs. Conway."