She waved her fat hand over their heads to Andy, laughed softly and left without their noticing her presence.
The luncheon was the longest one that had been known within the memory of anyone present. Minerva again wandered back to the door, fascinated by the picture they made, and whispered to Andy as he passed:
"Well, fer de Lawd's sake, is dey gwine ter set dar all day?"
"Nobum—'bout er nodder hour, an' he'll go back ter de office."
Tom suddenly looked at his watch:
"Heavens! I'm late. I'll run down to the office and cut the work out for the day in honor of your coming."
Helen rose blushing:
"Oh, I'm afraid I'll make trouble for you."
"No trouble at all! I'll be back in ten minutes."
"I'll be on the lawn in that wilderness of roses. The odor is maddening—it's so sweet."