She rose and lifted them.

One was an invitation to a studio reception, and she let it flutter indeterminately from her hand; the other was both familiar and appealing; none of her correspondents but Dora Denning used that peculiar shade of blue paper, and she instantly began to wonder why Dora had written to her.
"I saw her yesterday afternoon," she reflected, "and she told me everything she had to tell--and what does she-mean by such a tantalizing message as this?
'Dearest Ethel: I have the most extraordinary news.
Come to me immediately.

Dora.' How exactly like Dora!" she commented.
"Come to me im-mediately--whether you are in bed or asleep--whether you are sick or well--whether it is midnight or high noon--come to me immediately.

Well, Dora, I am going to sleep now, and to-morrow is Sunday, and I never know what view father is going to take of Sunday.

He may ask me to go to church with him, and he may not.