Morgan and his daughter. George went into the house at once.
He found his father reading the evening paper in the library. "Where
are your mother and your Aunt Fanny?" Mr. Minafer inquired, not
looking up.
"They're coming," said his son; and, casting himself heavily into a
chair, stared at the fire.
His prediction was verified a few moments later; the two ladies came
in cheerfully, unfastening their fur cloaks. "It's all right,
Georgie," said Isabel. "Your Uncle George called to us that Pendennis
got home safely. Put your shoes close to the fire, dear, or else go
and change them." She went to her husband and patted him lightly on
the shoulder, an action which George watched with sombre moodiness.
"You might dress before long," she suggested. "We're all going to the
Assembly, after dinner, aren't we? Brother George said he'd go with
us."
"Look here," said George abruptly. "How about this man Morgan and his
old sewing-machine? Doesn't he want to get grandfather to put money
into it? Isn't he trying to work Uncle George for that? Isn't that
what he's up to?"
It was Miss Fanny who responded.
Pages:
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133