Allan waited until his instrument began again to call him.
“All right,” he said.
“This is Round,” chattered the instrument. “Schofield has just been telling me. I want to congratulate you—and order you to take at least a month’s vacation.”
“I guess I’ll wait till my honeymoon,” answered Allan, and laughed to himself at the thought.
“Are you engaged?”
“Yes. Tell Mr. Schofield I’ve taken his advice.”
“When is it to be?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“Well, mind you ask me.”
“I will.”