"
"Bring them along," directed McIntyre, and flung himself into his
chair at the foot of the table. He had been seated but a few
minutes when Barbara appeared and dutifully presented her cheek to
be kissed, then she tripped lightly to Helen's place opposite her
father, and pressed the electric bell for Grimes.
"Coffee, please," she said as that worthy appeared, and busied
herself in arranging the cups and saucers. "Helen is taking her
breakfast upstairs," she explained to her father.
"How about Mrs. Brewster?"
"Still asleep." Barbara poured out her father's coffee with careful
attention to detail. "I peeked into her room a moment ago and she
looked so 'comfy' I hadn't the heart to awaken her. You must have
been very late at the club last night."
"We got home a little after one o'clock."
McIntyre helped himself to poached eggs and bacon. "What did you
do last night?"
"Went to bed early," answered Barbara with brevity. "Helen wasn't
feeling well."
McIntyre's handsome face showed concern as he glanced across the
table.
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