Few things roused such joy in Myrtella as the
bursting of a waterpipe. It was an act of insubordination on the part
of the pipe, with which she deeply sympathized.
"And it's Mr. Gooch's night for supper, and if that man in the parlor
stays, too, the ice cream won't go 'round," she declared, with evident
satisfaction in the cumulative tragedy.
By the time the knots were untied, Miss Lady had forgotten all about
Noah Wicker, and it was only when Connie came in declaring indignantly
that she wouldn't talk to the stupid fellow another minute, that she
remembered.
"You poor dear child!" she cried, giving her a repentant squeeze. "I
am sorry. Hattie, would you mind going down and entertaining him a
second, 'til I change my dress?"
"I would," said Hattie firmly.
Of course Noah stayed to dinner, and Miss Lady regarded it as an act
of Providence that he and Mr. Gooch should have thus immediately been
thrown together.
But when Mr. Gooch arrived he was concerned with much more important
affairs. He brought the astounding news that Donald Morley had
returned home and, against the advice of his family and his lawyers,
decided to stand his trial for the shooting of Dick Sheeley!
"It is perfectly preposterous!" Mr.
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