Dougherty of her next misdeed.
"I like Mr. Dougherty," announced Brother sweetly.
No broken butterflies lay heavy on HIS conscience.
Louise and Grace finished their dessert and were excused to go
upstairs. The others lingered at the table because Daddy Morrison
and Mr. Dougherty had gone into the living-room and they did not
wish to disturb them.
"Lelia," called Daddy Morrison presently, "will you come here for
a moment?"
Leila was Mother Morrison's name, and she rose and went across the
hall quickly.
There was a low murmur of talk, an exclamation from Mother
Morrison, and then the voice of Mr. Dougherty in the hall.
"Then I'm to tell the Chief that you'll drop in tonight?" he was
saying. "All right, sir, that'll be satisfactory, of course. I'm
not overly fond of this sort of work, but when a woman makes a
complaint, you know, we haven't much choice."
"I understand," Daddy Morrison's deep, pleasant voice answered.
"I'll get at the truth, and tell the Chief I'll be down at the
town hall before ten o'clock. Good-night, Dougherty."
"Good-night, sir," said Mr. Dougherty and the screen door slammed.
Daddy Morrison came back to the dining-room.
"Rhodes and Elizabeth, I want to speak to you," he said very
gravely.
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