“If you don’t mind, I’ll stop at the post office on my way home,” said Teddy. “The postmistress is mighty nice about letting you have mail on holidays if she happens to be around.”
She did happen to be around and Teddy came out bearing the letter from Ursula to Mrs. Trask.
“Do you know I’ve more than half a mind not to give this to Mother yet? She’d be so full of it she couldn’t help giving herself away to old Cheatham and he mustn’t know we know a thing about Ursula yet.”
“Young man, Uncle Sam needs you in the diplomatic service and needs you badly,” declared Josie. “May I ask what you do when you are not befriending female detectives?”
“I am a lawyer,” answered Teddy. “Some day I intend to be a justice of the Supreme Court, but up to this time I have collected a few bad debts and sued the Louisville and Nashville Railroad for one cow belonging to a disreputable family living over by the crossing. I won my case and the disreputable family not only got paid for the cow but had beefsteaks to burn, to say nothing of the hide which they sold to a tanner.”
“Good!” laughed Josie. “I wish I had studied law, too. I am really contemplating taking it up if I can ever get time to spare. It might have been a good stunt if I had put my imaginary time at Cornell on law instead of domestic science.”
“Well, please don’t mix me up on what you did at Cornell. I’ve got it firmly fixed in my mind that psychology and domestic science were your tickets and I mustn’t get involved in my story.”
“All right, I’ll keep dark about the law if you wish me to, but I certainly do wish I might have taken even an imaginary course.”