“Yes, indeed,” cried the girl, who had been staring from one to the other in speechless amazement.
“They all worry about him so much. And he does stay indoors too much, reading and experimenting with his aeroplanes. Roger is always speaking of it, and I believe he does leave his chauffeur at home for that very reason.”
“Then, too,” said Gordon, placing the tips of his fingers together, “the chauffeur would be needed for the other auto—taking parties about. The house is probably full of guests most of the time.”
“Pre-cisely,” said Harry. “And the father probably doesn’t understand much about motors,” he added, as an after-thought. “He naturally wouldn’t. May I ask if the chauffeur is Irish, Miss Crosby?”
“His name is Pat,” she answered, as if in a trance.
“Probably cheerful and good-natured,” mused Harry. “So you think they do worry about the younger brother’s health?”
“Oh, I know they all do, for his lungs aren’t strong.”
“I should say they’ll probably move to the country before very long,” said Gordon, with great deliberation. “The little boy would be better there. Very likely they’ll build in some good, healthful suburb, most likely somewhere in New Jersey, and give up their city residence altogether.”
“Not necessarily,” said Harry.
But Miss Antoinette had jumped to her feet. “I never in my life!” she exclaimed. “It’s perfectly miraculous! That’s exactly what they are going to do! Mr. Danforth is building a beautiful place up on a hill in New Jersey, and they’re going there to live this Fall!”