"Why, I didn't, but as Sanford just read it, it sounded
interesting. How would we go?"

"I'll run you out in my touring car. It won't take more'n the
afternoon, and it'll be a jolly picnic. Go along, San?"

"No, not on your life! When did you go foolish, Alvord?"

"Oh, I always had a notion toward that sort of thing. I want to
see how he does it. Don't think I fall for the telepathy gag,
but I want to see where the little joker is,--and then, too, I'm
glad to please the ladies."

"I'll go," said Eunice; "that is, if you'll stay and dine now
--and we can talk it over and plan the trip."

"With all the pleasure in life," returned Hendricks.




CHAPTER II

A TRIP TO NEWARK


Perhaps no factor is more indicative of the type of a home life
than its breakfast atmosphere. For, in America, it is only a
small proportion, even among the wealthy who 'breakfast in their