"We are always so glad to see you, dearest Eudora," said she,
"but you understand --"

"Yes," said Sophia, "you understand, Eudora dear, that there is
not the slightest haste."

Eudora nodded, and her long neck seemed to grow longer.

When she was stepping regally down the path, Amelia said in a
hasty whisper to Sophia: "Did you tell her?"

Sophia shook her head. "No, sister."

"I didn't know but you might have, while I was out of the room."

"I did not," said Sophia. She looked doubtfully at Amelia, then
at Anna, and doubt flashed back and forth between the three pairs
of blue eyes for a second. Then Sophia spoke with authority,
because she was the only one of them all who had entered the
estate of matrimony, and had consequently obvious cognizance of
such matters.

"I think," said she, "that Eudora should be told that Harry
Lawton has come back and is boarding at the Wellwood Inn."

"You think," faltered Amelia, "that it is possible she might meet
him unexpectedly?"

"I certainly do think so. And she might show her feelings in a
way which she would ever afterward regret."