"Where is it, Dale?"
"Oh, only to the Grange, to dinner to-morrow. I think I had better write a note, though—don't you think so, Phil? More—more attentive, you know."
"Write, my son," answered Philip, and, as Dale left the room, he looked round with a smile and exclaimed, "One!"
"One what, my dear?" asked Mrs. Hodge.
"Piece of silver, ma'am," replied Philip.
"You're sneering again," said Nellie in a warning tone. "Why shouldn't he like to dine at the Grange?" and she looked marvelously reasonable and indifferent.
"I was speaking with the voice of Doctor Roberts, Nellie, that's all. For my own part, I think a dinner is one of those things one may accept even from the enemy."