"See what Mr. Merriam has ordered for George!" said Mollie June. "Isn't he thoughtful?"
"Very," said Aunt Mary, in her customary dry tone.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE CODE TELEGRAM
Rockwell had returned with Alicia. He briskly declared that it was time to start for the train. Mayor Black, it appeared, was below in his car and was going to the station with them.
"I've told Simpson to take your bags down. Except the portfolio. You'd better keep that in your own hands. What progress with the speeches?"
"Not much," said Merriam. "But I shall have the whole evening on the train. I'll get them."
He crossed the sick room, where Dr. Hobart was now bending over the Senator, apparently making an examination. He thrust the pile of manuscripts back into the portfolio. Then, after a glance about the room, reminiscent of his burglarious entry the night before, he caught up his coat and hat and returned to the sitting room again.
"Are we ready?" he asked of Rockwell.
"Waiting for Hobart--for a final report on the Senator's condition."