But when Kit arrived in the kitchen she found the old lady singing at her work, and therefore in a happy mood. Her party had been a success and she felt a personal triumph. Breakfast was ready.
While the girls were eating, the door bell rang three times.
"There's the mail! Oh Uncle Nat, is there a letter for me?"
"Of course, you know that without asking. Your Dad always writes and if he thinks a letter may not reach you, he sends a telegram."
"Sure. Give it to me!" And Bet tore open the letter eagerly and read it.
"Oh Auntie Gibbs, come here this minute until I tell you something wonderful. Just think! Dad says the queen's fan is worth a fortune. Somebody wants to buy it for a lot of money!"
"Oh, oh!" exclaimed the girls in one voice.
"You don't say so! Isn't that fine, now? Where is this queen and her fan?" asked Auntie Gibbs.
"It's one of Dad's antiques. I showed it to you."
"Oh that!—And you say it's worth a fortune? Well, some folks spend money for foolishness, if you ask me."