“And he’s gone off again following my dear dad! Way out Philippine way——”
“Just for that you shan’t see my letter!”
“A letter! From Sherry?”
“Sherwood, please. He has outgrown Sherry. Want to see his stationery?”
The inscribed envelope (from Trixy’s pocket) was passed around. Gloria read it backwards and forwards, made fun of it and approved in the same breath. Then it was handed over to Mary.
“Why!” she exclaimed, “that name seems familiar. Was he abroad last year?”
“Yes. Were you?” asked Trixy simply.
“Yes, that is—yes,” floundered Mary, and a hint of confused color touched up the pale cheeks.
“How jolly! Did you really know our noble Sherry?” demanded Gloria quite enthused.
“Oh, I wouldn’t just say that,” Mary answered with a return of her usual restraint. “One meets others while travelling, and sometimes we see names on the hotel lists——”