CHAPTER XII.

BOBBY ANSWERS THE TELEPHONE. The week-enders had returned, happy but weary beyond words. Douglas had kissed the family all around presented the simple gifts she had purchased for them all and gone upstairs to take a much needed nap. Mrs. Carter was fluttering from one of her children to the other, telling them just why she had brought them this and that and giving Helen glowing accounts of the wonderful clothes she had seen. “Lucy dear, you must put that comb at an angle if you want to get the best effect,—everyone…