looked up as a dark blue limousine swung into the drive and up the path and stopped in front of the piazza quite near her. A smart chauffeur alighted and held open the door and assisted a rather distinguished looking woman of about forty-five to alight. The new-comer looked around with lively interest and, seeing Carmelita upon the piazza, asked, "Does Mrs. Drake live here?"
When she was assured that she was in the presence of Mrs. Drake she turned and spoke to some one in the tonneau of the machine. Presently a slightly older and more fragile lady alighted, with the chauffeur's arm assisting her, with considerable dignity from the automobile. Both then came up the short path leading to the piazza with the assurance of people who are used to being welcomed everywhere. Carmelita was puzzled. She could not recall ever having met either of them before.
"I am Mrs. Peabody—Mrs. Willis Peabody," announced the taller of the two ladies. "And this is Mrs. John Hurd."
Carmelita, all a-flutter, recalled Lucy's words at the sound of their names and pushed her best porch chairs toward her guests. "Please sit down."
"You will pardon us for calling upon you so informally," said Mrs. Peabody pleasantly,
