"You will," replied Hedgerly. "You see, Peter, I'm here to help you."
"And if I need no help?"
"You do."
"Let me be judge, huh?" snapped Peter.
"You're in poor position to judge. That's why this help is thrust upon you, so to speak. After a bit you'll understand."
"Thanks," said Peter. Slowly he came into the living room again and faced Joan, still flushed.
"Honest, Joan," he started, but the girl shrugged. "Don't apologize for a sheer accident," she said.
"It was no accident," said Hedgerly.
Peter whirled. "Look, chaperone, who invited you in? As for any relation of mine? Are you?"
Hedgerly arose carefully. "I am Joseph Hedgerly, your grandson."