"Then come home with me. You haven't taken supper at our house for a long time."
"So I will," responded Oliver with alacrity.
"I see how it is," said Frank. "They were going to send you to bed without your supper, and my invitation brings you unexpected relief."
"You are partly right. But for your invitation I should have had no supper."
"What is it all about, Oliver? What's the matter?"
"I'll tell you, Frank. Mr. Kenyon and I have had a quarrel."
"I am not surprised at that. I don't admire the man, even if he is your step-father."
"Oh, you needn't check your feelings on my account. I never could like him."
"How did the trouble begin?"
"It began with Roland. I'll tell you about it," and Oliver told what had occurred.