“But I don’t care for that book,” said Nancy evasively. “Where are you going?”
“Horrid old Margot—”
“Hush! Let’s make believe we’re—where’s Dell? I thought she was here.”
“Gone. She was here. Dad said I couldn’t go out. They’re going to the park—” Rosa’s voice was full of rancor.
“Can’t we go out in the cove in your flat-bottom boat? I love to row, and it’s safe in the cove, isn’t it?” asked Nancy, glad to think of a reasonable plan.
“Too safe. Like swimming doll ducks in the bath tub. But we’ll go. I’ll ask dad. He—has—summoned me—”
Just then, down the long hall strode the gentleman in question. He was waving a paper at Nancy.
“A letter for you, Antoinette,” he announced gaily. “A steamer letter from your mother—”
“Oh, goody!” exclaimed Nancy happily. “Come on, Rosa. Let’s read it.”
“But dad wants to see me—”