The next day was a long one to live through, even though the girls did
keep calling her up at frequent intervals to see if she had any news
for them yet. She became so tired of hearing the telephone bell ring
at last that she stuffed a handkerchief between the bell and the
clapper and sat down to read a novel and while away the time as best
she could till her father came home.
Luckily for her-- and him too, perhaps-- Mr. Nelson did get home
early, and he was no sooner inside the door than Betty grabbed him by
the arm, led him over to a divan in the corner of the living room, and
let loose upon him a flood of questions.
"Did you see him? What did he say? Why didn't you let me know sooner?"
These and various other queries were hurled at Mr. Nelson so fast that
it is no wonder the poor gentleman appeared slightly bewildered. But
knowing his impetuous young daughter of old, he merely pinched her
cheek fondly and waited for her to give him a chance to speak.
"If you will wait just a moment I will try to tell you about it," he
said at last, mildly.
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