"We remember her perfectly, Mother," broke in Forrester, impatiently. "We want to know what the letter says."
"We!" echoed Josephine, surprised. "I'm sure I'm not especially interested."
Mrs. Forrester glanced through the note. "It is a letter of introduction," she explained, looking over her glasses at Forrester. "How odd! Helen asks me to do what I can to make Miss Mary Sturtevant's stay in Chicago a pleasant one. Strange that she did not write me directly."
"Oh," breathed Josephine, smiling wisely at Forrester.
"Does she say who Miss Sturtevant is?" queried Forrester.
"The daughter of some very dear friends of Helen's. The Sturtevants are an old New York family, she says. I'm quite sure that I have heard of them."
"May I be permitted to inquire," said Josephine, roguishly, "how Mr. Robert Forrester came to be the bearer of this note, and wherefrom springs his intense interest?"
Forrester colored, then frowned severely upon his sister.
"I met the young lady through an accident this morning. When she learned who I was she asked me to bring this letter to you. She had intended presenting it in person, but learned after arriving that we would not be moving to 'Woodmere' for some days."
"My! What a simple and straightforward explanation," smiled Josephine. "Why not tell us all about it, Bob?"