"Why, we are on our way now to Miss Georgiana Tyler's wedding
to my friend Jimmy Carston. I'm to be best man."
"How delightful!" she exclaimed. "We are on the way there, too.
Georgiana was my dearest chum at school, and I am to be her 'best
girl.'"
"Let's go around on the porch and sit down," said Ralph.
XII
Mr. Van Kamp, back in the woodshed, looked about him with an eye of
content.
"Rather cozy for a woodshed," he observed. "I wonder if we couldn't
scare up a little session of dollar limit?"
Both Uncle Billy and Mr. Ellsworth were willing. Death and poker level
all Americans. A fourth hand was needed, however. The stage driver was
in bed and asleep, and Mr. Ellsworth volunteered to find the extra
player.
"I'll get Ralph," he said. "He plays a fairly stiff game." He finally
found his son on the porch, apparently alone, and stated his errand.
"Thank you, but I don't believe I care to play this evening," was the
astounding reply, and Mr. Ellsworth looked closer. He made out, then,
a dim figure on the other side of Ralph.
"Oh! Of course not!" he blundered, and went back to the woodshed.
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