"Son," said Mrs. Forrester at breakfast Friday morning, "Josephine and I have changed our minds."
"About what?" prompted Forrester.
"We are moving out to 'Woodmere' late today instead of tomorrow morning. The Prentices are giving a dinner dance, the first of the summer season, Saturday evening. If we moved tomorrow we would be too tired and upset to attend. We do not want to disappoint the Prentices, especially as we understand the affair is given to introduce Miss Sturtevant."
"Does she know the Prentices?" exclaimed Forrester.
"Only through a letter of introduction, I believe," explained Mrs. Forrester.
"Of course, you will be there, Bob, now that you know who will be the principal guest," laughed Josephine.
"I haven't received an invitation," returned Forrester, gravely.
"Oh, the affair is quite informal," declared Mrs. Forrester. "All the invitations were extended over the telephone, because it was only decided upon at the last moment. Mrs. Prentice told me to be sure to see that you came. She wants you to meet Miss Sturtevant."
"Not realizing that Bob was such a forward young man and attended to his own introductions," interjected Josephine.
"That was only an accidental meeting, Josephine," protested Mrs. Forrester. "They had no opportunity to get really acquainted."