"Oh, if I must. But be sure to call. I've had Cora play that
trick, and forget the cue."

"Oh, she'll have to see you," and with that Cecilia jumped out of
the car, and presently touched the brass knocker of the little
cottage.

Jack was left to his own thoughts. Wasn't she a girl, though? So
like Cora in her impulses. Well, a girl has to be impulsive to
get ahead - she is so ridiculously hampered by conventionalities.

It seemed a long time before Clip reappeared at the door, and
beckoned him to come in. Then the room he entered smelled
strongly of antiseptics, and the crippled child sat in a chair
made sweet and fresh with snowy pillows. Wren had her promise
book in her hands. Briefly Cecilia introduced Jack, while the
child eyed him keenly, as do those deprived of the usual means of
making sure of their friends.

"You know about my promise," she said shyly. "Grandpa's will is
lost in an old table, and will you promise to help find it?"

"Indeed I will," said Jack warmly, taking the pen offered. "I
have a weakness for hunting old furniture, and I hope it will be
my good fortune to find the table."

"How much you are like your sister," said Wren, referring to Cora,
"but not a bit like your cousin."

This caused both Jack and Cecilia to laugh - she Jack's cousin!