"Yes, ma'am, I sure will. And now I'll move on."

"Oh, no, you must wait for a cup of tea; we'll have it brought at
once."

Eunice left the room for a moment. Aunt Abby in dudgeon, refused
to talk to the disappointing visitor. But the three men quickly
engaged him in conversation and Hanlon told some anecdotes of his
past experiences that kept them interested.

Ferdinand brought in the tea things, and Eunice, with her
graceful hospitality, saw to it that her guest was in no way
embarrassed or bothered by unaccustomed service.

"I've had a right good time," he said in his boyish way, as he
rose to go. "Thank you, ma'am, for the tea and things. I liked
it all."

His comprehensive glance that swept the room and its occupants
was a sincere compliment and after he had gone there was only
kindly comment on his personality.

Except from Aunt Abby.

"He's an ignorant boor," she announced.

"Now, now," objected Eunice, "you only say that because he upset
your favorite delusions. He punctured your bubbles and pulled
down your air-castles. Give it up, Aunt Abby, there's nothing in
your' Voice of Isis' racket!"