The object of the summons turned in mid-crossing and came back, his eyes shining with pleasure.
"Dee! It is good to see you again. How's James?"
"All right, thank you. What do you mean by turning up and not letting us know?"
"Unexpected," he explained. "I hardly had time to find it out before I was here."
"The telegraph, that useful invention, is still operating. Get in; we're blocking traffic. You're dining and spending the night with us, of course."
"If I stay over," he answered dubiously. "I don't know yet. Tell me about the family."
"As usual. We're all flourishing in true Fentriss style."
"Pat? And Mr. Fentriss? And the Brownings?"
"Separated. No; I don't mean Fred and Con," she amended, laughing at the dismay in his face. "Dad and the Brownings. Fred's sticking to business and to Con; they've got a cottage over beyond the Club; addition in June, not to the cottage, to the family. Pat's running Holiday Knoll like a veteran, though just now she's in Boston. She'll be sunk in desolation when she finds you've been here and she's missed you."