“Are you almost ready to report?” demanded Uncle Robert at the door.
“All ready!” said Helen as the committee went skipping in.
“Well, let’s hear the verdict,” said Uncle Robert. “If this committee is as sensible as it looks, I expect to hear them say that the date is set for next week Tuesday.”
“The fifteenth of February,” said Rosanna firmly.
A look of relief spread over Cita’s face.
“Wha-a-a-t?” said Uncle Robert. “Impossible! Why, I named this committee and by all the rules of politics you should have brought in the report I want.”
“But it wouldn’t have been fair,” said Rosanna.
“What has that to do with politics?” groaned Uncle Robert. “All right! I have been done up; sold out, and by my own constituents. The fifteenth of February it is. But don’t you dare to make it a day later, young ladies!” He rose.
“Where are you going?” asked Rosanna.
“Where?” said Uncle Robert, with a twinkle in his eye. “You ask me where? Well, I am going to drag myself downtown to get that Christmas present.”