"Mrs. Raymond B. Everleigh, number —— Riverside Drive, New York," she read aloud, and then stood gravely thinking for a minute or two.
Then she opened her telephone book, found the name and address she wanted, and called the number opposite over the phone.
"Is this Mrs. Raymond B. Everleigh?" she inquired, when the connection had been made.
The answer came back: "Yes, I am Mrs. Everleigh."
"Does Mrs. Everleigh remember the lady who sat with her in church the third Sunday in May, and to whom she gave her card, asking her to come again?" Helen questioned.
"Yes, indeed; and I have hoped to see her again—wondered why I have not."
"It is she who is talking with you now. May I come to see you to-day? I know it is asking a great favor from a stranger, but——"
Helen's appealing voice ceased while she listened to something that came from the other end.
"At two o'clock? Oh, thank you! I will be there," she gratefully returned, as she hung up her receiver and hastened to her room to dress for the street.