t of telegrams and letters in
Fanny's lap.

"I guess Fenger's pleased, all right, if telegrams mean anything. Not
that I know they're from him. But he said--"

But Fanny was looking up from one of them with a startled expression.
"He's here. Fenger's here."

"In New York?" asked Ella, rather dully.

"Yes." She ripped open another letter. It was from Theodore. He was
coming to New York in August. The Russian tour had been a brilliant
success. They had arranged a series of concerts for him in the United
States. He could give his concerto there. It was impossible in Russia,
Munich, even Berlin, because it was distinctly Jewish in theme--as
Jewish as the Kol Nidre, and as somber. They would have none of it in
Europe. Prejudice was too strong. But in America! He was happier than he
had been in years. Olga objected to coming to America, but she would
get over that. The little one was well, and she was learning to talk.
Actually! They were teaching her to say Tante Fanny.

"Well!" exclaimed Fanny, her eyes shining. She read bits of the letter
aloud to Ella. Ella was such a satisfactory sort of person to whom to
read a letter aloud. She exclaimed in all the right places. Her face was
as radiant as Fanny's. They both had forgotten all about Fenger, their
Chief. But they had been in their hotel scarcely a half hour, and Ella
had not done exclaiming over the bag that Fanny had brought her from
Paris, when his telephone call came.

He wasted very little time on preliminaries.

"I'll call for you at four. We'll drive through the park, and out by the
river, and have tea somewhere."

"That would be wonderful. That is, if Ella's free. I'll ask her."

"Ella?"

"Yes. She's right here. Hold the wire, will you?" She turned away from
the telephone to face Ella. "It's Mr. Fenger. He wants to take us both
driving this afternoon. You can go, can't you?"

"I certainly CAN," replied Miss Monahan, with what might have appeared
to be undue force.

Fanny turned back to the telephone. "Yes, thanks. We can both go. We'll
be ready at four."

Fanny decided that Fenger's muttered reply couldn't have been what she
thought it was.

Ella busied herself with the unpacking of a bag. She showed a
disposition to spoil Fanny. "You haven't asked after your friend, Mr.
Heyl. My land! If I had a friend like that--" "Oh, yes," said Fanny,
vaguely. "I suppose you and he are great chums by this time. He's a nice
boy."

"You don't suppose anything