“That’s it,” he said. “Herbert is daft on that girl. That is the trouble, and if she came this evening he wouldn’t see another blessed woman here.”
“I don’t think him so far gone as that,” Fred answered, laughingly. “I’ll take her off his hands part of the time; and I wish Aunt Susan would send a note asking her to reconsider her regret. I’ll take the note myself, if there is no one else at leisure to do it.”
Fred was getting quite in earnest, with the result that his uncle finally said:
“Don’t bother Susan. Her hands are full now and she don’t know what she’s about or whether she is on her head or her feet. I’ll write a line or two, myself.”
Going to his desk, he sat down and wrote.
“Miss Grey: We want you to come to-night, even if you have regretted. I hope you will not disappoint us.
“Yours,
“Judge White.”
“That’ll fetch her,” he said, passing the note to Fred, with a feeling that he had only to express his wish, for her to comply at once. “Isn’t it right?” he asked, as he saw Fred looking at the note doubtfully.
“Why, yes—so far as it goes,” Fred answered; “but ought you not to have included Mr. and Mrs. Grey?”