“What’s wonderful about that?” asked Betta.
“It’s from the prince, that’s what,” declared the first speaker.
“Prince!”
“The very same,” chimed in Treble, stretching her long self from the bench to the boat swing.
“What nonsense!” scoffed Betta. “Alma may be romantic, but she is not crazy.” (Lucia to the contrary.)
“Just ask her,” suggested Wyn. “She’s hugging that letter as tight as tu’ pence. I always told you Alma was madly in love——”
“Hush!” Doro’s warning suspended operations along that line. Alma was upon them.
“Letter?” asked Wyn, innocently.
“Yes, and if you like you may read it. It’s from——”
“The prince?” blurted Treble, shooting her hand out.