"What he wills must be arranged. Fortunately just now business is
running slack, at least my part of it is. Most of our contracts are
well on the way to completion and others can carry them out, so I can
stay down here as long as is necessary. It can go as my vacation, if
worst comes to worst. Hence you see," concluded he, pulling a spray of
honeysuckle to pieces, "we don't need to rush things."
They entered the gate, passed the low, silvered house now almost buried
in blossoming roses, and following the clam-shell path that led to the
workshop found Willie, his spectacles pushed back from his forehead,
dragging a pile of new boards down from the shelf.
"We have a visitor, Mr. Spence," Bob said. "Mr. Snelling, a friend of
Mr. Galbraith's and--" he paused the fraction of a second, "and of
mine. He has come over to spend the morning and wants to see what
we're doing."
The little old inventor reached out a horny palm.
"I'm glad to see you, sir," affirmed he simply. "Any friend of Bob's
won't want for a welcome here.
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