"No! No! The Plant can wait!" protested Papa. "You know all about why we have come, Dean, and I want you to stay and lend your good sense to the interview."
"But my dear Wolf, it will be very unpleasant for me," exclaimed the Dean.
"And for me!" added Roger.
"For you, Roger! Why you're the cause of all our troubles and the Dean has backed you in all! Come now, don't be a coward. See it through! I must take my two children back with me. That is settled."
"Is that what brought you down here, Papa?" inquired Elsa.
"Ernest's letter brought me down here. It's the only letter he has written me since he left my roof. But it was most important."
"You see, it was this way," Ernest cleared his throat, nervously, but his blue eyes were steady. "You told me not to communicate with you, but I've written regularly to Mother. So, of course, it amounted to the same thing. Naturally, I've tried not to write you about our worries. But finally, I made up my mind, Papa, that you needed to learn one or two things that I had learned down here. I knew there was no use in my asking you to come, so I merely wrote you of Elsa's engagement."
Ernest turned to his sister and Dick, who sat side by side on the living-room cot.
"I'm not going to apologize to you two. Mamma and Papa had to know sometime or other. And I wanted Papa down here."
"You should have let me write, Ernest. I might have given myself a fair show, I think." Dick's voice was bitter.