Star drew a long breath of relief.
“You are very good to me,” she returned; “and now I have a little message to you from Uncle Jacob.”
“A message from Mr. Rosevelt! Do let me have it, then, for it must be something good,” Miss Meredith said, gayly. She longed to drive the clouds from her friend’s face.
“We are going to leave Newport.”
“Going to leave Newport! When?”
“To-morrow.”
“If that is your message, it is anything but a welcome one,” Miss Meredith said, looking very much disturbed.
“Oh, but it isn’t,” Star replied; “I was to tell you of our plans. We are going from here to the White Mountains, from there to Montreal, down the St. Lawrence River and Lake Ontario to Niagara, and then home; and Uncle Jacob commissioned me to ask you to be our guest during the trip. Will you go, Grace?”
Miss Meredith looked thoughtful.
It would be a sudden start, but the trip offered great attraction, to say nothing of the pleasure she would experience in Star’s and Mr. Rosevelt’s society.