mentally directed--not a word spoken--' Just think of that,
Eunice! It doesn't seem credible that--oh, my goodness!
tomorrow is Red Cross day! Well, I can't help it; such a chance
as this doesn't happen twice. I wish I could coax Sanford--"

"You can't," murmured Eunice, without looking up from her
writing.

"Then I'll go alone!" Aunt Abby spoke with spirit, and her bright
black eyes snapped with determination as she nodded her white
head. "You can't monopolize the willpower of the whole family,
Eunice Embury!"

"I don't want to! But I can have a voice in the matters of my
own house and family yes, and guests! I can't spare Maggie
to-morrow. You well know Sanford won't go on any such wild
goose chase with you, and I'm sure I won't. You can't go alone
--and anyway, the whole thing is bosh and nonsense. Let me hear
no more of it!"

Eunice picked up her pen, but she cast a sidelong glance at her
aunt to see if she accepted the situation.

She did not. Miss Abby Ames was a lady of decision, and she had
one hobby, for the pursuit of which she would attempt to overcome
any obstacle.

"You needn't hear any more of it, Eunice," she said, curtly. "I
am not a child to be allowed out or kept at home! I shall go to
Newark to-morrow to see this performance, and I shall go alone,