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Martha would think that nonsense; but her errand will be at the same place as yours. My sister married her brother. Both are dead, and they have left a daughter who has come out of the West to Boston to seek us. I suspect there may be a good deal of wool clinging to her." "A lamb, of course," murmured Dunham.
Leaving the boat the trio bade Benny good-night and started up the hill. "Now then, John, say good-by to your hotel," said Edna. "Going to take me home to supper? Good work," he returned. "Yes, and we shan't let you go back to that room full of sunrise, either." "That sounds great" began Dunham eagerly. "But I can't trouble you," he added. "Miss Sylvia has told me how to banish the light.
He beat a hasty retreat, for he did not care to be present at the finding of the rain-coat. "There is something strange about this," said Mrs. Dunham, as with ruffled dignity she emerged from the hall closet, holding her lost rain-coat at arm's length. "You don't suppose your brother could be playing some kind of a joke on us, do you, Cornie? I never did understand jokes."
"Oh, well, I suppose you can telegraph for us, then." John swallowed, and meeting the lawyer's eyes, realized that he might as well save circumlocution. "Well yes." "Of all things!" exclaimed Martha, with a start. "What do you mean?" The judge hooked his thumbs in his armholes, regarding Dunham quizzically. "How about Jacob Johnson, Esquire, alias Thinkright.
Dunham arrested himself in the use of his fork. "I beg your pardon?" he smiled. It seemed to be a question, and after a moment's doubt Lydia answered, "I didn't know it was strange to have fine weather at the start." "Oh, but I can assure you it is," said Dunham, with a certain lady-like sweetness of manner which he had. "According to precedent, we ought to be all deathly seasick."
"It is nothing but a bit of cloth a sort of flag a trifle that is hardly worth our attention at this grave moment. If " "A trifle! It's no' so trifling as ye may imagine, Mistress Mabel," taking the bit of bunting from her, and stretching it at full length with both his arms extended, while his face grew grave and his eye watchful. "Ye'll no' ha' been finding this, Mabel Dunham, in the breakfast?"
After dinner, nature avenged herself in the young men for their vigils of the night before, when they had stayed up so late, parting with friends, that they had found themselves early risers without having been abed. They both slept so long that Dunham, leaving Staniford to a still unfinished nap, came on deck between five and six o'clock.
In two minutes his half-hour would be up, yet he must let Judge Blackwell know. Perhaps he could still catch him at the office. He sometimes stayed down-town late. Dunham rang up the office. The Judge was still there, and in a moment his cheery voice was heard ringing out, "Hello!" "Hello, Judge! Is that you?... This is Dunham.... Chicago.
"Supposing she did say either of them. Don't you know, first come, first served, and moreover that Judge Trent is company?" "Yes, I've no idea that Thinkright would leave the farm over night at this busy time, anyway," replied Sylvia. "Where is he? I must see him before I decide. I'm really not sure about going back. Perhaps, Uncle Calvin, it will be best for you and Mr. Dunham to go without me."
One morning in early June John found in the mail a letter for Judge Trent, which he passed across to the other desk, unopened. "'M, h'm," commented the judge, taking it, "another hymn of praise from Sylvia, I suppose." He regarded the envelope meditatively. "That girl has worked well, Dunham." "The Keenes say so," returned John. "They're greatly interested in her."
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