“Why shouldn’t we be all here?” laughed Helen.
“I’ve seen all my friends in the neighborhood now,” Angela answered, relaxing and lying back in relief, “and every one is all right.”
Even Bransby was amused. “Why shouldn’t they be all right?” he asked, laughing, and motioning Latham towards the cigars.
“Don’t jest, Mr. Bransby,” she implored him. “I have had a very solemn communication this afternoon.”
“Good gracious!” Hugh said.
“Communication?” Helen queried.
They all gathered about her now—with their eyes—in amused bewilderment. Even Aunt Caroline looked up from her lace-making.
Angela nodded gravely. “Yes.”
“A—er—communication from whom?” Stephen asked lazily.
“From Wah-No-Tee.”