The little lady raised her eyebrows deprecatingly.
"No, indeed! The East is quite good enough for us. We are from New
York. The boys, however, were always visiting back and forth," she
added with haste, "so we have quite an affection for Indiana even if we
don't live there." She shot a conciliatory smile in Robert Morton's
direction. "Couldn't you go back with me in the car, Bob," she asked
turning toward him, "and spring a surprise on the household? Dad's
down, Mother's here, and also Grandmother Lee; and the mighty and
illustrious Roger, fresh from his law office on Fifth Avenue, is
expected Friday. Do come."
"I am afraid I can't to-day," Bob answered.
"Why, Bob, there ain't the least reason in the world you shouldn't go,"
put in Celestina.
The young man fingered the package in his hand nervously.
"I really couldn't, Cynthia," he repeated, ignoring the interruption.
"I'd like immensely to come another day, though. But to-day Mr. Spence
and I have a piece of work on hand--"
He paused, discomfited at meeting the astonished gaze of Willie's mild
blue eyes.
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