“Deacon Holsum and Mrs. Hartwell, Pa!” announced Susie, throwing open the parlor door.
The lady thus mentioned came forward with outstretched hand. Catching a glimpse of Mrs. Brownlow’s embarrassed face she exclaimed quickly—
“Isn’t this splendid! Father and I were just driving past, and we saw your tree through the window, and couldn’t resist dropping in upon you. You won’t mind us, will you?”
“Mind—you!” repeated Mrs. Brownlow, in astonishment. “Why of course not—only you are so late—we didn’t expect”—
Mrs. Hartwell looked puzzled.
“Pardon me,—I don’t think I quite understand”—
“The invitation was for five, you know, ma’am.”
“But we received no invitation!”
Mr. Brownlow, who had greeted the deacon heartily and then listened with amazement to this conversation, now turned upon Bob, with a signally futile attempt at a withering glance.