“I’d like to know what she’ll do next!” cried Miss Barrows.
“But how did he treat you?” questioned her grandfather. “Did he tell you you were an officious little girl?”
“I think he liked to see me, ’cause after that we had a picnic.”
In the midst of these explanations a note was brought in to the president. It read:
“Dear Dr. Barrows,—If you can spare the time will you not come to see me within the next day or two? I am anxious to have a talk with you. If you have forgotten the way Caro will come with you I am sure.
“Your friend,
“Walter Grayson.”
Dr. Barrows read it aloud, and then looked at his sister again.
“Grandpa he must think you are pretty stupid if you could forget that little way,” Caro said laughing.
“I fear I am rather stupid sometimes,” he said smiling; “Well Pigeon we’ll go over there after lunch.”
So it came about that Caro and her grandfather hand in hand, went over to the Grayson’s that afternoon. Dr. Barrows still felt puzzled, and half believed he was dreaming, but his granddaughter was very wide awake indeed. She quite hoped they would see haughty Miss Elizabeth again, for with her grandfather beside her she was ready to face anything.
The lady however was not to be seen, and they found Walter alone in the library.