“I’ll go send my wire,” he said.
She kissed her finger tips to his receding back. Later, too, she went to the telegraph office and sent the following wire.
“Mr. Charles Frohman:
“See Jarvis, if possible, to-morrow. Play finished. Sure success.
The secretary answered Jarvis’s wire at once, making the appointment at eleven o’clock on the morrow.
“It seems incredible that anything could run as smoothly as this for me,” said Jarvis, as he read the dispatch.
“That’s because I’m in it,” boasted Bambi, with a touch of her old impudence. “I’m your mascot.”
“That must be it.”
“It means a midnight train for you, to make it comfortably. Do you suppose you will stay more than a day?”
“I should think not. I don’t know.”
Ardelia came in with a yellow envelope.
“Sumpin’ doin’ roun’ dis heah house. Telegram boy des’ a-ringin’ at de’ do’ bell stiddy.”
“For me?” said Bambi.
