And how on earth do they
come to know enough to put their babies to bed before they ask a
bachelor to dine, anyhow?"
I hastily set him straight upon these points, adding that Azalea had
developed wonderfully.
"You mean she can soar to high Q now, I suppose?" interpreted the
Philosopher.
"Not at all. I mean that she's----"
But they were coming downstairs together. The Cashier's arm was about
his wife's shoulders; he removed it only just in time to save his
dignity as he entered.
"I'm disappointed not to see the boy and girl," declared the Philosopher
genially. The Cashier took him by the shoulders and turned him toward
the light, laughing. "That was bravely said," he answered. "How did you
know but we might go and wake them up for you to see?"
The dinner was quite unpretentious, but very good. Evidently Azalea had
a capable servant. We talked gaily, the Cashier proving an adept at
keeping the ball in the air, and keenly appreciative of others' attempts
to meet him at the sport.
By and by, when we were back in the room where the grand piano stood,
and conversation had reached a momentary halt, Azalea went to the piano.
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