His voice was too casual! And the swift glance he shot at Catherine as she rose.
IV
"I've got to run over those lecture notes." Charles stretched lazily up from the table. "They need freshening a bit."
"You found them, then?" Catherine had Letty in her arms, soft and sweetly heavy with drowsiness.
"Yes. I'd forgotten about carrying them over to the office."
"I was in the sacred sanctum of the President's office when you called."
"Oh, that's all right. I found them in time." Charles strolled out of the room.
"Daddy!" Spencer followed him. "Couldn't I show you my bridges and things? I can make anything."
"Not to-night, Spencer. Daddy's got to work."
Catherine's query about home work for school relieved Spencer's gloom. While she undressed Letty, smiling at the sleepy protests, Spencer and Marian cleared the table. When she reappeared they were trying to fold the long cloth, one at each end, Marian arguing heatedly about the proper method. Charles banged his study door in loud remonstrance. Catherine showed them the creases. Then they spread their books on the bare table.