"Every inch a soldier, Graham," he chuckled. "Still have to use a
hook and eye at the bottom of the coat - blouse," he corrected
himself. "But I'm getting my waist-line again. How's the - whoa!"
he called, as Elinor wrapped the rope around his carefully putted
legs. "Infernal animal!" he grumbled. "I just paid a quarter to
have these puttees shined. How's the family?"
"Mother has gone to Linndale. The house is finished. Have you
been here long, sir?"
"Two weeks. Hang it all, Graham, I wish I'd let this creature
commit suicide. She's - do you know Delight is here?"
"Here? Why, no."
"At the hostess house," said the chaplain, proudly. "Doing her bit,
too. Mrs. Haverford wanted to come too, and sew buttons on, or
something. But I told her two out of three was a fair percentage.
I hear that Washington has sent for your father.
"I hadn't heard."
"He's a big man, Graham. We're going to hear from him. Only - I
thought he looked tired when I saw him last.
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