"
"Remain late enough to see her husband, by all means," urged the
Skeptic. "I want to hear what sort of man had the courage to marry a
musical genius who could wipe only one teaspoon at a time."
"Azalea was a lovely girl," said Hepatica warmly. "It couldn't take much
courage to marry her."
"All right--we'll hear about it when our guest comes back. And I'll be
over to bring you home, if you'll telephone about an hour before you'll
be ready to start."
"Thank you--it really won't be necessary for you to come," I replied.
The Skeptic eyed me narrowly. Then he glanced at Hepatica and grinned.
"Good night," said I, again, and walked away to my room.
"Good night," the Skeptic called after me. "But don't hesitate to call
me if anything should detain Philo."
I arrived at Azalea's home early next morning, having been earnestly
asked to come in time to see the babies take their bath. There is
nothing I like better than to see a baby take a bath, and to see two at
once was a bribe indeed.
Azalea met me at the door of her suburban home, the larger of her two
children--the two-year-old--on her arm.
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