But the question was, who was to enjoy it?
Chauncey, when he reached his own tent, found Mark standing in front of it; and Mark was dancing about with excitement, too.
"Did you get them?" he cried.
"Yes, I did, ye know, and—where are you going?"
Mark had started hastily down the street. He stopped long enough to shove a note into his friend's hand and give a warning word as to secrecy; then he turned and was gone.
"Read it! Read it!" was echoing in Chauncey's ears.
He did; and this was what he read:
"Dear Mr. Mallory: I am writing this in great haste. Come over to see me at once; things are coming out beautifully. Did you get the extra invitations?
"Your friend,
"Grace Fuller."