“Is that so? I am afraid our postman is careless. He seems to get the mail mixed sometimes. Every now and then our letters get left at Grantly.”
“But the ladies up there would send them down, I am sure,” said Mrs. Carter.
“You got my telephone message all right, didn’t you?” Dr. Wright asked Douglas.
“What message?”
“Why, I telephoned Grantly I would be out today!”
“No, they did not deliver it.”
“Perhaps they will send the letter with the message,” suggested the count in an amused tone.
Just then Chloe fell down the steps into the dining-room with a plate of hot popovers, which she adroitly caught before they reached the floor.
“Miss Ellanlouise done sent Sis Tempy down with the news that you alls is gonter hab some comply. They done dis’greed whether they is a-comin’ yesterday or tomorrow.”