The little one was well, and she was learning to
talk. Actually! They were teaching her to say Tante Fanny.
"Well!" exclaimed Fanny, her eyes shining. She read bits of
the letter aloud to Ella. Ella was such a satisfactory
sort of person to whom to read a letter aloud. She
exclaimed in all the right places. Her face was as radiant
as Fanny's. They both had forgotten all about Fenger, their
Chief. But they had been in their hotel scarcely a half
hour, and Ella had not done exclaiming over the bag that
Fanny had brought her from Paris, when his telephone call
came.
He wasted very little time on preliminaries.
"I'll call for you at four. We'll drive through the park,
and out by the river, and have tea somewhere."
"That would be wonderful. That is, if Ella's free. I'll
ask her."
"Ella?"
"Yes. She's right here. Hold the wire, will you?" She
turned away from the telephone to face Ella. "It's Mr.
Fenger. He wants to take us both driving this afternoon.
You can go, can't you?"
"I certainly CAN," replied Miss Monahan, with what might
have appeared to be undue force.
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