Mrs. Klein said, "My daughter Martha, Mr. Parker. You liked the room?"
"It's fine," he said and to Martha, "How do you do?"
"How do you do, Mr. Parker? You've had supper?"
He nodded and lied, "In Milwaukee. I'm up here to try and get some money out of Senator Arnold. I wonder if this might be a good time to see him."
Mrs. Klein said, "I doubt if anytime is a good time to see him. You're a salesman, Mr. Parker?"
"No, no. It's philanthropy I'm concerned with. Mr. Arnold's old enough to start thinking about his benefactors."
"He'll probably leave it all to the dogs," Mrs. Klein said. "And you be careful of them, Mr. Parker."
"That I will," Doak said. "I think I'll walk up there now. Not much of a walk, I understand. Just over the hill, isn't it?"
It was the girl who answered. "That's right. I'm going that way myself. I'll be glad to show you the house."
Mrs. Klein said, "You're leaving so soon, Martha?"