"Not exactly, Dad."
"I might make another guess, Tom, my boy," and still the aged man was laughing.
"Well, there's no law that I know of, Dad, to stop you from making guesses," and Tom busied himself over several papers that seemed to need close attention.
"Well, then, Tom, I'll guess that you're going to use your new House on Wheels for a wedding journey. How about that?"
"Who says anything about a wedding trip?" cried Tom, his face almost as red as the Englishman's had been.
"Oh, no one has said anything, Tom," his father answered mildly. "But from the manner in which you and Mary Nestor have been going about of late, looking into furniture store windows and——"
"Oh, there's too much talk going on in this town!" exclaimed Tom, and his father laughed heartily at his son's evident discomfiture.
"Well, wedding trip or world tour, your new House on Wheels appears to be a clever bit of work," went on Mr. Swift. "When will it be finished?"
"Can't say, exactly. Though now that the new engine has arrived, as Koku informed me, I can rush things. I've been waiting for the machinery. That's why I'm glad, in a way, I didn't have to take on the Cunningham contracts."
"Valuable as they were," remarked Mr. Swift.