“You must show me the little place anyhow,” Mr. Flack continued sociably. And he observed further and with the same friendliness: “The old gentleman seems all there.”
“Oh he’s the dearest of the dear.”
“He’s a real gentleman—of the old stamp,” said George Flack.
“Well, what should you think our father would be?”
“I should think he’d be delighted!”
“Well, he is, when we carry out our plans.”
“And what are they—your plans?” asked the young man.
“Oh I never tell them.”
“How then does he know whether you carry them out?”
“Well, I guess he’d know it if we didn’t,” said the girl.