Galbraith and his son so much! And Aunt
Tiny would be in the seventh heaven if only she were able to accept.
She so seldom has an invitation out, poor dear!"
"And you?"
"Oh, I couldn't go anyway."
"Why not?"
"Well, in the first place, I have nothing to wear to a place like that."
"Delight!"
"And besides," she hurried on, "they are only asking me because I
happen to be here in the house."
"Indeed they're not!"
"But I know they are," persisted the girl. "Everybody doesn't want to
see me just because you--"
"Because I what?" demanded Bob, with an ominous stride in her direction.
"Because you--and Mr. Snelling like me," concluded she tranquilly.
"Confound Snelling!"
"Indeed, no. He is a charming gentleman, and I won't have him
confounded."
"Hang him then."
"Nor hanged either," she protested.
"Of course if you prefer Mr. Snelling--" began Robert Morton stiffly.
She broke into a teasing laugh.
"I may not prefer him, but nevertheless I will own he is the most
wonderful specimen of masculinity that my eyes have ever beheld.
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