It was with a foreboding sigh that Ida realized how much she missed
him at breakfast.
Before the meal was over a letter was handed to Mrs. Mayhew. It
contained only these words from her husband: "In memory of my
last visit I conclude it will be mutually agreeable to us all that
I spend Sunday elsewhere. You need not dread my coming."
She handed the letter to her daughter with a frown and the remark:
"It's just like him."
But Ida seemed much pained by its contents, and after a moment
sprang up, saying: "Cousin Ik, may I speak with you?"
When they were alone she continued: "See what father has written. He
must come to-night or I'll go to him. Can't I send him a telegram?"
"Yes, Coz, and I'll take it over to the depot at once."
"Ah, Ik, you are doing me a greater kindness than you know. But
it's a long drive."
"The longer the better. Will you go with me?"
"I would had I not promised my old friends I visited yesterday I'd
come again to-day. They are doing me good. I'll tell you about
it some time," and she wrote the following telegram to her father:
"Come to Lake House to-day. Very important."
"I wish Miss Burton would go with you," she said looking up as the
thought occurred to her.
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