Someone knocked on the door.
“Come!” called Andy sharply. It could be none of his friends, he knew.
A messenger entered with a note, and, observing an unfamiliar handwriting, Andy wondered from whom it could be. He ripped it open and uttered an exclamation. He read:
“Dear Mr. Blair:
”I am doing a little engagement at Poli’s. Won’t you drop around and see me? I promise not to compel you to play the fireman.
“Sincerely yours,
”Mazie Fuller.“
“Jove!” murmured Andy. “I forgot all about her.”
“Any answer?” asked the messenger.
“No.”
The boy started out.