"I've thought of a way Jack, if you will agree to it, and help me out—a way by which things can be smoothed over. Will you help me?"
"Yes, I will. What is it?"
"Could you tear yourself away from the city for two or three days, beginning to-morrow morning?" she asked him.
"I guess so, Sally."
"Are you willing to go out to Cedarcrest for a few days, and entertain a select party, there?"
"Suit me to death, girl. Glad you thought of it. Whom will you ask? And what is the game?"
"I have made out a list," replied Sally, meditatively. "I shall read it off to you, if you will listen."
"Go ahead."
"It includes Beatrice and Patricia, of course; Dick Morton and—"
"Wait a moment, Sally. I've got a sort of a notion in my head that neither Beatrice nor Patricia, will care to go to Cedarcrest on such an expedition as that, under the present circumstances."