were present. When Marjory and Bettie came in, they fell upon the letter and examined every portion of the envelope, but neither girl could imagine who had sent it. It was impossible to wait for Mabel, who was always late, so Bettie obligingly ran to get her. Even so there was still some considerable delay for Mabel had to lace her shoes; but presently Bettie returned, with Mabel, still nibbling very-much-buttered toast, at her heels.
"You open it, Jean," panted Bettie. "You can read writing better than we can."
"Hurry," urged Mabel, who could keep other persons waiting much easier than she herself could wait.
"Here's a fork to open it with," said Marjory, "I can't find the scissors. Hurry up; maybe it's a party and we'll have to R. S. V. P. right away."
"Oh goody, if it is!" squealed Mabel. "I can wear my new tan Oxfords.
"It's from Yours Respectably—no,
