"Didn't I see bill posters at the station announcing a performance at the Opera House?"
"Yes," cried Judy. "They're giving 'The Silver King.'"
"'Dinner will be a little early,'" he wrote, "'because Mr. Kean is planning to take us all to the play afterwards. He will call for you in'——what shall I call for you in?"
"The bus," promptly answered every girl in the room.
"'—the bus at six fifteen. Anticipating much pleasure in having you with us to-morrow, believe me,
Most cordially yours,
Julia S. Kean.'"
"Now, Julia, my love, sit down and copy what I've written in your best handwriting, and we'll try to smooth down this fiery young person's ruffled feathers."
Mrs. Kean obediently copied the note. After all, it wasn't an unkind revenge, and Otoyo delivered it at Judith's door while the others chatted quietly and absorbed quantities of hot fudge and crackers.
Presently Otoyo stole softly back into the room.