If I were only of age, so that I could go
down there on the floor, I tell you it wouldn't be long before you and I
were back where we belong, Sis. But, no, I'm a kid, so Graves thinks, in
charge of a guardian--a GUARDIAN, by gad!"
He snorted, in manly indignation. Caroline, her pretty face troubled,
rose and walked slowly across the room. It was a large room, in spite of
the fact that it was one of a suite in an apartment hotel, and furnished
richly. A. Rodgers Warren spent his money with taste, and spent it
freely while he lived. The furniture, the paintings, and bric-a-brac
were of the very best, chosen with care, here and abroad.
"Oh, dear!" sighed the girl. "I do hope Mr. Graves will be well enough
to call to-day. He expected to. Except for the telephone message telling
us that that MAN at Denboro--"
"Our dear Uncle Elisha," put in Stephen, with sarcasm. "Uncle ''Lish!'
Heavens! what a name!"
"Hush! He can't help his name. And father's was worse yet--Abijah! Think
of it!"
"I don't want to think of it. Neither did the governor; that's why
he dropped it, I suppose. Just what did Graves say? Give me his exact
words."
"His partner, Mr. Kuhn, telephoned. He said that Mr. Graves had a bad
cold, having been wet through in a dreadful storm down there in the
country.
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