"He was right, but I was afraid few men would have been so generous. So I really have a rich son."
"And I shall have a rich mother when she gets her share of her father's estate."
"Oh, by the way, there is a letter for you. Edith, get Mark's letter."
"I guess it's from a girl, Mark," said his sister, as she handed the messenger boy a dainty epistle in a square envelope.
Mark opened it and read it aloud.
Miss Maud Gilbert asks the favor of Mr. Mark Mason's company at her residence on the evening of Thursday, Sept. 23d.
"An invitation to a party," said Mark flashing with pleasure.
"Where, Mark?"
"At the house of Miss Maud Gilbert."
"Shall you go?"