An old-fashioned service of
smooth silver and ivory-handled steel knives gave distinction to the
plain white linen. A tea-pot smothered in a "cosey" stood at
Grandma Orde's right. A sirloin roast on a noble platter awaited
Grandpa Orde's knife.
Orde dropped into his place with satisfaction.
"Shut up, Cheep!" he remarked to a frantic canary hanging in the
sunshine.
"Your friend seems a nice-appearing young man," said Grandma Orde.
"Wouldn't he stay to dinner?"
"I asked him," replied Orde, "but he couldn't. He and I have a
scheme for making our everlasting fortunes."
"Who is he?" asked grandma.
Orde dropped his napkin into his lap with a comical chuckle of
dismay.
"Blest if I have the slightest idea, mother," he said. "Newmark
joined us on the drive. Said he was a lawyer, and was out in the
woods for his health. He's been with us, studying and watching the
work, ever since."
IX
"I think I'll go see Jane Hubbard this evening," Orde remarked to
his mother, as he arose from the table. This was his method of
announcing that he would not be home for supper.
Jane Hubbard lived in a low one-story house of blue granite,
situated amid a grove of oaks at the top of the hill.
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