Betty was tearing open the second envelope. “That one isn’t. It’s just congratulations on graduating, from Aunt Maria. But this is from Madeline Ayres--why, how funny! It’s dated Monday, in New York, and she was going to sail last Saturday. Oh, dear, I don’t understand at all! She says”--Betty frowned despairingly over Madeline’s dainty, unreadable hieroglyphics--“she says, ‘You have heard all about it by this time, I suppose, and isn’t it just--just----’ Oh, I wish Madeline could write plainly.”