“Did she say that?” he asked.
“She mentioned it casually,” I explained: “though now I come to think of it she asked me not to say so. What she wanted me to impress upon you was that her father would be disappointed in you.”
Dick walked beside me in silence for awhile.
“Sorry I’ve been a worry to you, dad,” he said at last
“Glad to hear you say so,” I replied.
“I’m going to turn over a new leaf, dad,” he said. “I’m going to work hard.”
“About time,” I said.
CHAPTER VI
We had cold bacon for lunch that day. There was not much of it. I took it to be the bacon we had not eaten for breakfast. But on a clean dish with parsley it looked rather neat. It did not suggest, however, a lunch for four people, two of whom had been out all the morning in the open air. There was some excuse for Dick.
“I never heard before,” said Dick, “of cold fried bacon as a hors d’œuvre.”