Walter sat down again, and copied his epistolary effort in his best hand.
“Now how shall we get it to the young lady?” he asked.
“Edward, the errand boy, will call at the door in a few minutes to bring back my clean clothes from the wash. I have just sent him. We will get him to carry it this evening.”
“Very well.”
In fifteen minutes Edward tapped at the door. He brought in the bundle of clothes, and was about going out, when Allen Barclay intrusted the note to him with directions.
“Leave it this evening,” he said.
“All right!” said Edward, with a grin of intelligence. “I s’pose it’s very important, Mr. Barclay?”
“No, it’s only about an invitation.”
Edward nodded knowingly, as if to say, “I know all about it.”
“That fellow will report that I am courting Miss Jones,” said Barclay, laughing as he went out.