{{betlep250.png}} Lucia. Telephone, or get Mother on the line for me, if you like. I'd love to come." Betty fancied that there might be some de- velopment relative to the Sevillas, now com- fortably settled. But she was mistaken. As the two girls left the high school building, Betty with her _Star_ under her arm, Lucia in the lowest tones told her that she had received a telegram. "It was telephoned out to school, addressed to me at Lyon High, and the office telephoned to the home room, you know, to have me stop after school. It isn't signed by anything but an initial, but it is from my father. It was sent from New York. Here it is. You can read it in the car, but don't say a word before the chauffeur." "Then your father is coming!" said Betty in a surprised whisper. "Yes. I want you, because Mother has been sick all day, just worn out with all sorts of things, chiefly late hours and all the things that are going on. She is really better than she was yesterday, though. Now she might want me with her, and I must have somebody there that knows, so that one of us can be ready to -- oh, well, with just the butler there he might send [[250]]