"The magician will be awake," Rosalind replied; and so he was, rubbing down the clock case to-day, but by no means too much occupied for company, and he welcomed his visitors cordially, saying Allan was one of his boys.
Rosalind was amazed at the ease and rapidity with which her uncle talked with the cabinet-maker.
"Have you come home to stay this time, Mr. Allan?" Morgan asked.
Allan laughed, and said he did not know about that.
"Two—four—eight years—" the magician told them off on his fingers, shaking his head. "Too long. Take root somewhere, Mr. Allan; too much travel spoils you. Your father loved Friendship."
"Yes," said Allan, gravely.
"You make him join the society," Morgan said, turning to Rosalind.
"He means our secret society," she explained. "He belongs, and he has our motto on the wall," and she drew her uncle to the door of the back room and pointed it out.
"Oh, I remember Morgan's motto, 'Good in everything.' Does one have to subscribe to that in order to join this society?"
"That is one thing."