"Why, with the car," says she. "I was driving. Dudley tried to stop
me; but I was horrid about it. We had a regular fight over it. Then I
coaxed Henry to let me, and--and this happened. Don't listen to
Dudley. It was all my fault."

"Wow!" I whispers to Mr. Robert. "Now she's spilled the beans!"

Did she? Say, I wa'n't in on the fam'ly conference that follows, but I
gets the result from Mr. Robert next day, after he's been to court and
seen Dudley's case dismissed.

"No, the young folks haven't been sent away," says he. "In fact,
Father thinks more of them than ever. He's going to take 'em both
abroad with him next summer."

Wouldn't that smear you, though? Say, I wish someone would turn me
loose with a limousine!




CHAPTER VI

GLOOM SHUNTING FOR THE BOSS

Trouble? Say, it was comin' seven diff'rent ways there for
awhile,--our stocks on the slump, a quarterly bein' passed, Congress
actin' up, a lot of gloom rumors floatin' around about what was goin'
to happen to the tariff on steel, and the I Won't Workers pullin' off a
big strike at one of our busiest plants. But all these things was side