“I’m as obliged as I can be,” said Aladdin. “It’s mighty good of you to come and talk to me like this, and except for the good will I have toward all your family, I don’t deserve it a bit.”
When John St. John had gone, the inky boy came to announce that another gentleman wished to speak with Mr. O’Brien.
The second gentleman proved to be the second brother, Hamilton St. John.
“Mr. O’Brien?” said he.
Aladdin shook hands with him.
“I came in for a moment,” said Hamilton St. John, “for the pleasure of telling you how tremendously grateful we all are to you for your song, which was such a big factor in my father’s redirection to the Senate. But I want to say, too, that we’re more grateful for your good will than for the song, and if I can ever do you a service, I want you to feel perfectly free to come and ask it of me, whatever it is.”
Aladdin could have laughed for joy. Margaret did not seem so far away as sometimes.
“I’m as obliged as I can be,” he said. “It’s mighty good of you to come and talk to me like this, and except for the good will I have toward all your family, I don’t deserve it a bit, but I appreciate it just the same.”
Presently Hamilton St. John departed.
Again the inky boy, and this time grinning.