“Who’s Miss Leslie?”
“A lovely young lady we know. She lives in California, and we only saw her once, but she asked us to write to her. She and Uncle Stephen took us to ‘The Pirates of Penzance.’”
“Is her first name Florence?” Paul inquired.
“Why, yes it is. How did you know?”
“I heard Grandma and Aunt Kate talking about her, when I was doing my French in Mother’s room, the other day.”
“I didn’t know they knew her,” said Daisy, looking very much surprised. “What were they saying about her?”
“I don’t remember, I wasn’t paying much attention, but I think she’s going to marry somebody. I was just beginning to listen when Grandma coughed, and they stopped talking.”
By this time Dulcie had finished her letter, and all the children were looking much interested.
“It must be Uncle Stephen,” said Dulcie. “Perhaps he told them that night before we came down-stairs. Oh, I do hope it is Uncle Stephen. It would be so lovely to have Miss Leslie for an aunt.”
“It wouldn’t do us much good if they lived away off in California,” said Daisy, “but then they might come home sometimes, and invite us for a visit.”