6/18 He had, as usual, a message to deliver. "Mother sends her love, Miss Lois, and says she isn't well enough to go and drive this afternoon; but she'll be glad to go to-morrow, if you'll take her ?" "Oh, yes, indeed!" Lois cried, in her impetuous voice. "But I'm sorry she's ill to-day." Dick gave the slightest possible shrug of his square shoulders. "Oh, I guess she's all right," he said. |