"I cannot very well take Mrs. Brewster to a caf at this hour
without causing gossip."
"Oh, fiddle-sticks!" exclaimed Barbara. "I don't have to play
chaperon for you two. Every one knows she is visiting us; what's
there improper in your taking her out to supper? Why" - regarding
him critically -" she's young enough to be your daughter!"
"Go to your room!" There was nothing wheedling about McIntyre at
that instant; he was thoroughly incensed.
As Barbara sped out happy in having gained her way, she announced,
as a parting shot, "If you can be nasty to Helen; father, I can be
nasty, too."
Colonel McIntyre brought his fist down on a smoking table with such
force that he scattered its contents over the floor. When he rose
from picking up the debris, he found Mrs. Brewster at his elbow.
"Can I help?" she asked.
"No, thanks, everything is back in place." He pulled forward a
chair for her. "If agreeable to you I will telephone Ben Clymer
that we will stop for him and take him with us to the Caf St.
Marks; or would you prefer some other man?"
"Oh, no.
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