All hastened at once to the room where supper was served and the food Martha had prepared speedily began to disappear from the table.
“This is better than the city,” said Mr. Borden after a brief time had elapsed. “It was very warm there this morning. Here, the very view I have from the window rests me. I sometimes think I’d like to give up work and come up here and stay.”
“You wouldn’t think of giving up work at your age,” exclaimed his wife.
“Not with one boy in the Tait School and another that Walter is thinking of sending,” laughed Mr. Borden.
“You helped one of the boys in your office to go to college,” suggested Walter.
“He was worth it—worth all I put into him.”
“So will Dan be.”
“That remains to be seen. I suppose I’ll have a chance some time to see this prodigy—let me see, was it eighteen he struck out to-day?”
“Fifteen,” replied Walter promptly. “Dan is coming over here after supper.”
“Have you said anything to him?” asked Mr. Borden sharply.