"
"It might work out all right," admitted Orde.
"I'm confident it would," asserted Newmark. "And there'd be no harm
figuring it all out, would there?"
"No," agreed Orde, "that would be fun all right."
At this moment Amanda appeared at the back door and waved an apron.
"Mr. Jack!" she called. "Come in to dinner."
Newmark looked puzzled, and, as he arose, glanced surreptitiously at
his watch. Orde seemed to take the summons as one to be expected,
however. In fact, the strange hour was the usual Sunday custom in
the Redding of that day, and had to do with the late-church freedom
of Amanda and her like.
"Come in and eat with us," invited Orde. "We'd be glad to have
you."
But Newmark declined.
"Come up to-morrow night, then, at half-past six, for supper," Orde
urged him. "We can figure on these things a little. I'm in Daly's
all day, and hardly have time except evenings."
To this Newmark assented. Orde walked with him down the deep-shaded
driveway with the clipped privet hedge on one side, to the iron gate
that swung open when one drove over a projecting lever. There he
said good-bye.
A moment later he entered the long dining-room, where Grandpa and
Grandma Orde were already seated.
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