“Mr. Anderson,” repeated Eddy. “Mr. Anderson and his mother.”
“Mr. Anderson and his mother?” repeated Charlotte, vaguely, and just then Anna Carroll came with a little table which was to support a bowl of roses in the bay-window.
“Mr. Anderson,” said Eddy again.
“I don't know who you mean, Eddy, dear,” said Charlotte.
“Why, yes, you do, Charlotte, Mr. Anderson and his mother.”
“What is it?” asked Anna Carroll. “Eddy, you must not stop us for anything. We are too busy.”
“You might just tell me if they are asked to the wedding,” said Eddy, in an aggrieved tone. “That won't take a minute. Mr. Anderson. He keeps store.”
“Gracious!” cried Anna Carroll. “The child means the grocer! No, dear, he isn't asked.”
“Why, I never thought!” said Charlotte. “No, dear, he isn't asked.”
“Why not?” asked Eddy.