You surely in no wise should lose your reward!
—John Sandes.
I’VE an idea,” Mr. Linton said, putting down his morning paper.
Four faces gave him instant attention. It was breakfast time, and plans for the day were being discussed, a trifle lazily, as befitted people unused to over-night dissipation.
“We—ell,” said the squatter, and hesitated.
“You have lovely ideas, always, Dad,” Norah told him, kindly. “Tell us.”
“I don’t know that you’ll regard this one as lovely,” said her father. “Still, I’d like to do it.”
“Well, then, it’ll be done,” said Jim, with finality. “What is it, Dad?”
“If you keep up this mystery any longer, I won’t be able to bear it, Mr. Linton,” said Wally, much moved. “Prithee, sir——”
David Linton smiled.