“Yes, been running hard,” explained Tom, short-breathed and excited. “Must see your father.”
“Father?” repeated Grace, quite surprised.
“Yes, Mr. Morgan, is he at home?”
“Why, no, Tom.”
“Where will I find him, then?”
“Why, you are so excited, Tom!”
“Reason to be,” gulped Tom. “Please don’t delay. It’s important.”
“Papa just left in the automobile for Springville. There is a meeting of bank directors there, he told me. There’s the horn now.”
“Excuse me,” said Tom hastily, and bolted unceremoniously around the side of the house where the announcement from the automobile had echoed.
Pretty Miss Morgan looked amazed, and tapped her daintily slippered foot in a vexed way at the ungallant disappearance of her acquaintance. Tom, however, did not wait for explanations. He had caught sight of the Morgan automobile. It was just passing upon the roadway leading west from the rear of the grounds.