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"Only through a letter of introduction, I believe," explained Mrs.
Forrester.
"Of course, you will be there, Bob, now that you know who will be the
principal guest," laughed Josephine.
"I haven’t received an invitation," returned Forrester, gravely.
"Oh, the affair is quite informal," declared Mrs. Forrester. "All the
invitations were extended over the telephone, because it was only
decided upon at the last moment. Mrs. Prentice told me to be sure to see
that you came. She wants you to meet Miss Sturtevant."
"Not realizing that Bob was such a forward young man and attended to his
own introductions," interjected Josephine.
"That was only an accidental meeting, Josephine," protested Mrs.
Forrester. "They had no opportunity to get really acquainted."
"I wonder?" said Josephine, with a side glance at Forrester. Then added,
"Of course, Mrs. Prentice does not realize what a rival Miss Sturtevant
will be for Diana."
Forrester glared at Josephine. Until she had taken up his recent meeting
with Mary Sturtevant, it had been her custom to tease him about Diana,
Prentice’s daughter. Josephine had professed to believe that a genuinely
serious affair was developing, at least on Diana’s part.
"Josephine," remonstrated Mrs Forrester, "you must not make light of
Bob’s interest in Diana. I should be most pleased to see Bob select her
as his life’s partner. Miss Sturtevant is here only for a brief visit,
and they have met but once; simply by chance. One cannot be so much
attracted to a chance acquaintance as to one who has been a friend since
childhood."
"Very wisely spoken, Mother," approved Forrester, with a triumphant look
at Josephine.
"I am satisfied to await the developments of Saturday evening," returned
Josephine, and finished her breakfast in silence, while his mother
explained to Forrester the details of the day’s plans.
The knowledge that the solution of the case was now practically out of
his hands left Forrester with a sensation of loss. Never before had he
felt so thoroughly bereft of an object in life. He rather welcomed,
therefore, the information that the household moving would take place on
Friday instead of Saturday as originally planned. Throughout the morning
he was busily engaged in assisting his mother and sister to pack, in the
securing of a motor truck to carry their trunks and bags, and the
various other little details connected with the removal of the household
for the summer season.
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