we go to California without you to stay with the babies?"
"Easter!!" said Constance, with two exclamation points. "Why, Lucretia Hamilton, you always said October was the ideal month for weddings. Easter! You know I can't go to Maine, as I always do for August, unless you're here in town to order and look out for Elmer."
"Easter! Well, I must say!" expostulated Bella from Chicago. "Well, then I see where I can't go East, after all, next fall to get that much-needed rest you've been so keen on my having, after six solid summers in this hot-box of Chicago. You promised you'd be here with the girls, you remember. Of course I couldn't consider leaving otherwise."
Lucretia read the letters out loud to Thomas Hornby one night.
"Poor unwanted Lucretia!" he said tenderly, his arms suddenly about her. "Easter—oh, my dear!" he exclaimed.
