then, "We're settled in our Long Island place for the summer, you know—Hedgewood—only an hour out and really delightful. By the way, what are you and Dudley doing over this next week-end? Can't you come down and spend it with us?"
Carmelita could have wept again, but this time for joy. Nevertheless her pride told her to be cautious. "Why, my dear, that's awfully good of you. No, I don't think we have any other plans. Let me see—no, that's next week-end—yes, I'm sure you can count on us."
"I suppose you have your own car and everything by this time. Dudley must have made a fortune in Wall Street."
"Well, we're thinking of a car but we haven't it yet."
"Jack is taking one of ours into town Friday. Suppose he drops around and picks you and Dudley up about four in the afternoon."
"That would be great." Carmelita's lips were unconsciously forming in a firm line. She was going to have some trouble making Dudley see the advantage of this. But she would do it.
When she had said good-by and hung up the receiver she walked into her bedroom and pulled open the closet door. Jerking out her wardrobe in a confused heap on the bed, she
