but if I wait till Sunday when Aunt Julia
and Elsie are back again, I won't have to say anything about their
having been away. I promised Mother to let her know about all the
things, but some of them will keep till I get home and can tell her
myself."

But in spite of the throbbing pain in her wrist, and the disappointment
in her heart, Marjorie soon feel asleep, and did not wake until it was
broad daylight, and Hortense, with a note in her hand, was standing by
her bedside.

"It is only seven," the maid said apologetically, as Marjorie sat up in
bed, and rubbed her eyes. "I would not have called you so early, but the
hall boy has brought this note, and waits for an answer."

"What in the world can it be?" exclaimed Marjorie in astonishment, as
she tore open the envelope, but at the first glance at the contents her
face brightened, and she uttered a joyful little cry. This is what she
read.

"MY DEAR MARJORIE:

"I know you won't object to my calling you
Marjorie, because you say you like being a little
girl. I am writing to ask if you will go with us
to New Haven to-day. We are going in my
brother-in-law's car, and are to be ready to start
at nine o'clock. The friend we expected would go
with us has been prevented at the last moment,
which gives us an extra seat in the car as well as
a ticket for the game, and we should be delighted
to have you with us. I am sure your aunt would not
object, and I will explain everything to her
myself. I would have written you last evening, but
it was after ten when we learned that the friend
we had expected would be unable to go. We have
ordered breakfast for eight o'clock, and would be
glad to have you take it with us. Be sure to wrap
up well, for it may be a cold ride, and we shall
not get back till late.

"Hoping that you will be able to join us, I remain

"Sincerely your friend,
"BARBARA RANDOLPH."

Marjorie was out of bed almost before she had finished the last line.
Her eyes were dancing, and her heart pounding with excitement.

"Tell the boy to say I shall be delighted to go," she cried. "There
isn't time to write a note; I shall have to hurry. Oh, Hortense, did you
ever hear of anything quite