"You'll see it all to-day, so why do you want to read about it?"
laughed a gay voice, and Eunice came in, all fluttering chiffon
and ribbon ends.

She took the chair Ferdinand placed for her, and picked up a
spoon as the attentive man set grapefruit at her plate.
The waitress was allowed to serve the others, but Ferdinand
reserved to himself the privilege of waiting on his beloved
mistress.

"Still of a mind to go?" she said, smiling at her aunt.

"More than ever! It's a perfectly heavenly day, and we'll have a
good ride, if nothing more."

"Good ride!" chaffed Embury. "Don't you fool yourself, Aunt
Abby! The ride from this burg to Newark, N.J., is just about the
most Godforsaken bit of scenery you ever passed through!"

"I don't mind that. Al Hendricks is good company, and, any way,
I'd go through fire and water to see that Hanlon show. Eunice,
can't you and Mr. Hendricks pick me up? I want to go to my
Psychic Class this morning, and there's no use coming way back
here again."

"Yes, certainly; we're going about noon, you know, and have lunch
in Newark."

"In Newark!" and Embury looked his amazement.