"Gee, I thought they all belonged to the company! What do you know, Pell—Sue's getting married Friday!"
"So I read," rather crudely. "Is he a nice chap?"
"Fine as silk! His father's in the insurance business at Hartford—he has two yachts and an aeroplane—I'm going to visit them next summer——"
"You've gotten thick already, I see. I'm glad she's getting married."
"And what do you suppose!" Ned's eyes grew round and mysterious. "Tom Cole's really dead at last! He got pneumonia, and died in three days. The funeral was in Lilydale—Nell 'n' me went!"
"Nell and I."
"Anyhow, mother sent the most wonderful bunch of white roses you ever saw—all that were growing on the mountain. I helped pick 'em. And we're living in a wonderful big house in Glen Kenmore! Gee, you ought to see it!"
"Old Peter's still on the mountain?"
"Yes, an' he's going to teach me how to fiddle! Father said I could learn."
"Here's your company road, now," as they reached the Fortieth Street gap road. "Give my love to mother and the girls."