Susan was in the dining-room, and she hurried out to admit the visitor. As she approached the front door, Phil heard her exclaim, in tones of surprise,—
“Why, it’s Chap Webster!”
Phil was very much surprised, too, for this was the first time Chap had ever knocked at the front door. He generally announced his coming by a shout from some point outside of the house.
“Is the steward in?” asked Chap.
“The what?” cried Susan.
Phil laughed, and went to the parlor door.
“Come in here, Chap,” he said; “I’m in the parlor.”
Chap took off his hat, came in, and, after gazing around the spacious apartment for a moment, seated himself on a sofa.
Susan Corson stopped a moment as she passed the door.
“In the parlor!” she ejaculated. “Upon—my—word!”