“Your friend,
H. Alling.”
CHAPTER VIII.
March Gilchrist’s name was brought up to the sewing room at eleven o’clock Monday morning. Hetty was cutting out shirts for the twins at a table of Homer’s contrivance and manufacture. Her face was flushed, perhaps with stooping over the board, when she looked up.
“Please say that I am particularly engaged this morning, Mary Ann, and beg to be excused.”
“My dear!” expostulated Mrs. Wayt. “He has probably called with a message from his mother or sister.”
“In that case ask him to leave it with you, Mary Ann, unless you care to go down, Frances?”
“He said ‘Miss Alling’ most particular,” ventured Mary Ann.
“Then take my message just as I gave it, if you please.”