“Were you making fun of me, Mr. Puddin’ Tame?”
“Word of honor, no! I was smiling to be in harmony with the day, I fancy.”
“Maryland is lovely. You’re a Northern man, aren’t you?”
“I freely admit it. But I’m on my way to a house-party at Sandywood.”
“Sandywood?”
“Yes. You know it, of course?”
“Of course. It’s just over the hill from the Landis house—our house. Sandywood is the old Cary place.”
“I don’t know. I’m to visit a family named Cresap.”
“It’s the same place. The Cresaps are only occupying it for a while.”
“Then you know Mrs. Cresap?”