“Dear me!” smiled Bessie; she was so glad her Teddy had been so well treated. “All that? Ellen must have laid herself out.”
“Yes,” said Thaddeus; “I think she did.”
All the following week Thaddeus seemed to have a load on his mind—a load which he resolutely refused to share with his wife—and on Friday he found it necessary to go up to town.
“I thought this was your vacation,” remonstrated Bessie.
“Well, so it is,” said Thaddeus. “But—but I’ve got one or two matters to attend to—matters of very great importance—so that I think I’ll have to go.”
“If you must, you must,” said Bessie. “But I think it’s horrid of your partner to make you go back to town this hot weather.”
“Don’t be cross with my partner,” said Thaddeus; “especially my partner in this matter.”
“Have you different partners for different matters?” queried Bessie.
“Never mind about that, my dear; you’ll know all about it in time, so don’t worry.”
“All right, Teddy. But I don’t like to have you running away from me when I’m at a hotel. I’d rather be home, anyhow. Can’t I go with you? Little Ted is well enough now to go home.”