In some surprise Andy went downstairs to see the messenger. He was a short boy of fourteen, Tom Keegan by name.
"I have a letter for Andrew Grant," he said.
"Give it to me; I am Andrew Grant. Here's a dime."
"Thank you," said the boy in a tone of satisfaction, for his weekly income was small.
Andy opened the letter. It was written on fashionable note paper. At the top of the paper was a monogram formed of the letters H and M.
Here is the letter:
"MY DEAR MR. GRANT: I shall be glad to have you take dinner with me
at seven o'clock. I should have given you earlier notice, but
supposed you would not be back from the store till six o'clock. You
will meet my son Roy, who is a year or two younger than yourself,
and my brother, John Crawford. Both will be glad to see you. Yours
sincerely,
"HENRIETTA MASON."
"What is it, Andy?" asked Sam.
"You can read the note."
"By George, Andy, you are getting into fashionable society! Couldn't you take me along, too?"