“Civil engineer, not railway, Louise.”
“Oh! That’s different, isn’t it? Civil engineers survey things, don’t they?”
“Correct,” replied Lanny. “Have you forgotten the famous poem written by a civil engineer? Something about ‘I’m monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute’; remember?”
“That was Cowper,” replied Louise scathingly. “And he was a poet, not a civil engineer.”
“Oh, all right! Of the two I’d rather be the engineer, though, and live on sausages.”
“Lanny, you’re crazy in the head,” laughed Dick.
“He’s just silly,” corrected Louise. “Papa has a good deal of surveying done, I think, Dick, and I’m sure he could find some for this Mister——”
“Addicks is the name,” prompted Dick. “I wish you’d ask him, anyway. I suppose he isn’t in this evening?”
“No, he and mamma went out to make a call. Maybe he will be back before you go, though.”
“Does he usually stay out until midnight?” said Lanny innocently. Louise blushed a little.