"Uh-huh." Tracey offered it, but she withheld her hand, dubious.
"For me, Tracey?"
"Uh-huh. It's a ninvitation. I got four more to take." He thrust it
into her reluctant fingers. "Got five, really, but one of 'em's for
me."
"An invitation, Tracey!"
"Yeh. Hope you have a good time when it comes off." Already he was
bouncing toward the door. "Goo'-bye."
"But what is it, Tracey?"
"Aw, it tells in the ninvitation. S'long."
"From the Lockwoods!" she whispered.
Suddenly she tore it open, her hands unsteady with nervousness.
The envelope contained a square of heavy cardboard of a creamy tint
with scalloped edges touched with gold. On the face of the card a round
and formless hand had traced with evident pains the information: