"I hope you are under the spell of my charm, and I wouldn't wake you up for a thousand dollars," he said explosively, and although of course it was only a joke, Doris blushed and began making plans for the trip very hurriedly.
"What shall we do with the little girls?" she asked, confident of his ability to do something.
"I had not reached that portion of the family yet. Let me see—they can have Bangs to take care of them."
"Wouldn't they love that? No, we'll get Miss Carlton. She has been hinting to come for a visit for quite a while, and now is just the time. It will shock her to find father gone—but she is fine in an emergency, and this is one. Now let's hurry home and tell father."
When Rosalie heard of this new and wonderful dispensation of Providence in the person of the enormous philosopher, she looked at him very steadily and said in her softest voice:
"Mr. MacCammon, you haven't a brother, have you, a younger brother who looks like you—or a son?"
"No," he said, staring at her in surprise. "I haven't anybody. Why?"
"I wanted to put in an application for him, that is all."
"Why, Rosalie." Suddenly he laughed aloud, and drew her away to a remote corner of the room. "Then I take it that my efforts along this line do not meet with your disapproval?"
"Quite the contrary."