He and the children came home to
find the house quite remarkably illumined, and Margaret flushed and
excited, and in white.
"Is it a party, Mother?" Teddy asked, lending his shoulder manfully to
the General's hand, as, with the chauffeur on the other side, they
helped the old man up the stairs.
"No, but on such a rainy night Bronson and I thought we'd have a little
feast. Don't you think that would be fun?"
The General was tired. "I had planned not to come down again--"
"Please do," she begged,
Bronson, knowing his master's moods, was on tip-toe with anxiety.
"I've your things all laid out, sir."
"Well, well, I'll see."
Teddy, somewhat out of breath as they reached the top landing was
inspired to remark, "We'll be 'spointed if you don't come down--"
"You want me, eh?"
"Yes, I do. There isn't any other man--"
The General chuckled. "Well, that's reason enough--. You can count on
me, Ted, for masculine support."
The table was laid for six. Teddy appearing presently in the dining
room pointed out the fact to Bronson, who was taking a last look.
"Is Margaret-Mary coming down?"
"She may later, for the sweets.
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