“A note for Miss Oldham,” she said; “and the President says no answer is necessary. Good afternoon, ma’am; they’ll be waitin’ lunch if I don’t make haste.”
“‘My dear Miss Oldham,’” Nance read aloud. “‘I have just learned that you are invited to a young people’s supper party to-night at Mrs. McLean’s, and I therefore hasten to release you from your engagement to dine with me. Your mother will spare you, I am sure, on this one evening, and I hope you will enjoy yourself with your friends. With kindest regards, believe me,
“‘Cordially yours,
“‘Emma K. Walker.’”
“Isn’t she a brick?” cried Judy, dancing around the room and clapping her hands.
“It was awfully nice of her,” said Nance thoughtfully. “I wonder how she knew I was invited to the McLean’s?”
“Some good fairy must have told her,” answered Molly, half to herself, as she stirred brown sugar into a saucepan.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE MCLEAN SUPPER.
Nance did get a telegram from her mother that afternoon. It was very vague about trains and merely said: “Arrive in Wellington about two this afternoon. Meet me. Mother.”