Campbell: "--And she naturally won't believe he's done it. But then, when Miss Rice tells her it's your handwriting, Amy, she'll think that you and Miss Rice have been having your jokes about Mr. Welling; and she'll wonder what kind of person you are, anyway, to make free with a young man's name that way." Welling: "Oh, I assure you that she admires Mrs. Campbell more than anybody." Mrs. Campbell: "Don't try to stop him; he's fiendish when he begins teasing." Campbell: "Oh, well! If she admires Mrs. Campbell and confides in you, then the whole affair is very simple. All you've got to do is to tell her that after you'd written her the original of that note, your mind was so full of Mrs. Campbell and her garden-party that you naturally addressed it to her. And then Mrs. Campbell can cut in and say that when she got the note she knew it wasn't for her, but she never dreamed of your caring for Miss Greenway, and was so sure it was for Miss Rice that she sent her a copy of it. That will make it all right and perfectly agreeable to every one concerned." Mrs. Campbell: "And I can say that I sent it at your suggestion, and then, instead of trying to help me out of the awful, awful--box, you took a cruel pleasure in teasing me about it! But I shall not say anything, for I shall not see them. I will leave you to receive them and make the best of it. Don't _try_ to stop me, Willis." She threatens him with her fan as he steps forward to intercept her escape. Campbell: "No, no! Listen, Amy! You _must_ stay and see those ladies. It's all well enough to leave it to me, but what about poor Welling? _He_ hasn't done anything--except cause the whole trouble." Mrs. Campbell: "I am very sorry, but I can't help it. I must go." Campbell continues to prevent her flight, and she suddenly whirls about and makes a dash at the open window. "Oh, very well, then! I can get out this way." At the same moment Miss Rice and Miss Greenway appear before the window on the piazza. "Ugh! E--e--e! How you frightened me! But--but come in. So gl--glad to see you! And you--you too, Miss Greenway. Here's Mr. Welling. He's been desolating us with a story about having to be away over my party, and just getting back for Mrs. Curwen's. Isn't it too bad? Can't some of you young ladies--or all of you--make him stay?" As Mrs. Campbell talks on, she readjusts her spirit more and more to the exigency, and subdues her agitation to a surface of the sweetest politeness. VIII _MISS RICE, MISS GREENWAY, and the OTHERS_ Miss Rice, entering with an unopened letter in her hand, which she extends to Mrs. Campbell: "What in the world does it all mean, Mrs. Campbell, your sending your letters flying after _me_ at this rate?" Mrs. Campbell, with a gasp: "My letters?" She mechanically receives the extended note, and glances at the superscription: "_Mrs. Willis Campbell_. Ah!" She hands it quickly to her husband, who reads the address with a similar cry.