"Oh, I don't mind waitin' a bit," says I. "You know, I'm crazy to see that kid."
"Really!" says Marjorie, beamin' delighted. "Then you shall go right up now, while he is——"
"No," says I, holdin' up one hand. "I might sneeze, or something. I'll just stick around until he wakes up."
"It's too bad," says Marjorie; "but Verona is dressing and——"
"What!" says I. "Vee here?"
"Just going," says Marjorie. "Her aunty is to call for her in about an hour."
Say, then was no time for wastin' fleetin' moments on any bluff. "Say, Marjorie," says I, "couldn't you get her to speed up the toilet motions a bit and shoo her downstairs? Don't say who; but just hint that someone wants to see her mighty special for a few moments. There's a good girl!"
Marjorie giggles and shows her dimples. "I might try," says she. "Suppose you wait in the library, where there's a nice log fire."
So it's me for an easy chair in the corner, where I can watch for the entrance. Five minutes by the clock on the mantel, and nothing happens. Ten minutes, and no Vee. Then I hears a smothered snicker off to the left. I'd got my face all set for the cheerful greetin' too, when I discovers two pairs of brown eyes inspectin' me roguish, through the parted portières. And neither pair was any I'd ever seen before.
"Huh!" thinks I. "Nice way to treat guests!" and I pretends not to notice. I've picked up a magazine and am readin' the pictures industrious, when there's more snickers. I scowls, fidgets around some, and fin'lly takes another glance. The brown eyes are twinklin' mischievous, all four of 'em.