"
"I've told him that already," said Tim. "He knows everybody in Six
Stars, I guess, and he says as soon as you get well and come back to
the office, he will take a holiday himself, fox hunting."
"Poor little Colonel!" murmured Weston. "He'll have a melancholy
career. And Mary, too, she'll----"
"But it was when I told him about Mary that he made up his mind to
come," Tim said.
"Indeed." The girl spoke very quietly. "And, perhaps, Tim, you'll
send Edith along to help us. We women of Black Log are so clumsy."
"A good idea," said Weston. "Capital. You must bring Miss Smyth up,
too, Tim."
"Parker," I corrected, "Edith Parker."
"But is it Parker?" Weston appealed to my brother. "Mark tells me
she's the book-keeper's daughter. Has old Smyth gone?"
"No," Tim stammered, very much confused. "I guess you don't know
Parker. He's come lately."
"That explains it, then," said Weston.
But he turned and looked away from us, his brow knitted. Something
seemed to puzzle him, for he was frowning, but by and by the old
cynical smile came back.
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