Outside wet branches swept the windows, and sudden gusts
of rain beat against the panes.
"Thirty years since I saw some of the old boys," the Colonel said,
trying to warm up to his coming journey. "I'll miss old Professor
Queerington, but John Jay will be there. We are planning to come home
together. Fine man, he is, fine man!"
"Who? Oh, yes, Doctor Queerington."
"Just a little boy when I boarded at his father's. He can't be much
over forty now. The smartest man the old college ever turned out! And
just as good as he's smart. A little too much book learning maybe, and
not any too much common sense, but there ain't many heads built to
carry both. He's sound though, sound to the core, and that's saying a
good deal these days. What's the matter? Sleepy?"
"No, just the fidgets. Say, Daddy, what do you suppose they will do
with Mr. Dillingham, if he is convicted?"
"Penitentiary offense, I hear. But Noah says they'll get him off. Old
General Dillingham has plenty of money, and friends at court. He'll
take care of his grandson."
"But if he is cleared," began Miss Lady, "that throws the guilt on--"
"Now see here," interrupted the Colonel, "you stop bothering your
little head about that trial.
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