"He'd have to," said Warry, "with those feet."
"You needn't mind what Raridan says," Mr. Porter remarked. "He's very unreliable."
"The office of social censor is always an ungrateful one," Raridan returned, dolefully. "But I really don't know what you'd do without me here."
"I notice that you never give us a chance to try," said Mr. Porter, dryly.
"That is the unkindest cut; and in the shadow of your own house, too."
Saxton got up to go presently and Raridan rose with him, declaring that they had been terribly severe and that he could not be left alone with them.
"I hope you'll overlook that little slip of mine," said Mr. Porter, as he shook hands with Saxton. "You'd better not tell Raridan about it. It would be terrible ammunition in his hands."
"And we'll all do better next time," said Miss Porter; "so do come again to show that you don't treasure it against us."
"I don't know that anything's happened," pleaded John, "except that I've had a remarkably good time."