"I'd rather die a natural death and be done with it, if I did not have a private opinion that Hades is a suburban town, where the Devil tortures his victims by making them bolt breakfast in two minutes and run to catch a train, only to be brought back again after dark just in time to sleep and take the next train in the morning."
"That's the joy of living in the country," replied Waterman. "However, I can tell you how to pass the time to-day."
"How?" asked Duncan.
"Go back and talk to the Simpson girls. I saw them getting into the last car, and I think they are going out to Osgood's, too."
"None of that for me."
"Better send Rennsler to look after them," suggested Waterman; "I think I can recommend him as a safe and suitable chaperon."
"What's that?" said Van Vort, glancing over his paper at the sound of his name.
"We think you had better go back and talk to the charming Miss Simpson," said Duncan.
"Which? The one with freckles, or the one who squints."
"Both," replied Waterman.