MacFarlane's help, in securing him the
order; and of the dinner to be given next week at Mrs. Brent
Foster's on Washington Square, to which they were both invited,
thanks to Miss Felicia for Ruth's invitation, and thanks to Peter
for that of Jack, who, at Peter's request, had accompanied him one
afternoon to one of Mrs. Foster's receptions, where he had made so
favorable an impression that he was at once added to Mrs. Foster's
list of eligible young men--the same being a scarce article. They
had discussed, I say, all these things and many more, in
sentences, the Scribe devoutly hopes, much shorter than the one he
has just written--when in a casual--oh, so casual a way--merely as
a matter of form--Ruth asked him if he really must go back to
Corklesville in the morning.
"Yes," answered Jack--"there is no one to take charge of the new
battery but myself, and we have ten holes already filled for
blasting."
"But isn't it only to put the two wires together? Daddy explained
it to me."
"Yes--but at just the right moment.
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