"But I don't want to," said Jeff, sinking into a chair with a comfortable sigh. "This is good enough for me. Besides," he added mischievously, "it looked like a meeting."
"What kind of a meeting?"
"Of the Rita Cheyne Protective Association."
"Jeff, you're horrid!" said Rita, but she laughed.
"I'm not," he said calmly. "They have my full sympathy and support. I told 'em so."
"Your sins are finding you out, my dear cousin," chuckled the General. "They always do in the end."
"Oh, you're hopeless—all of you," sighed the culprit, setting down her tea cup.
Cortland finished his drink in leisurely fashion and dropped into the vacant chair beside his father. "Well, we put it over," he said quietly.
"The bond issue?"
"Yes, sir—we had a fight in the board, but we got McIntyre's vote at last and jammed it through—that was all we needed."