"Yes."
"Whom?"
Will named the ladies on whom he had called. Mrs. Stout was greatly pleased, especially when he spoke of Mrs. Tweedie, but Barbara looked grave.
"What did you say to them, Will?" she asked when he had finished.
"Something that they will never forget," he replied.
"And what did they say to you?" asked Mrs. Stout, curiously.
"Everything except the right thing."
"Made all kinds of excuses, I s'pose, but just wait till the next meetin' of the club; if I don't make a speech that'll make 'em feel like a piece of worn-out carpet, it'll be because I'm struck dumb before I get a chance," said Mrs. Stout, vigorously, and then started for the kitchen to get supper.
"Have you seen your father, Will?" Barbara asked a moment later.