said softly. "You must come often and tell me all its legetids and ghost stories?"
The Judge shuffled uneasily and cleared his throat with nervous anger.
"Now keep still, Papa! I'm going to make this old house ring with joy and laughter. I won't have any of your political quarrels. I'm going to be friends with everybody, as my mother was—they say she was a famous belle in her day, Mr. Graham?"
"So I have often heard," John answered with increasing confusion, as he retreated toward the door.
"You will come again?"
"I hope to soon," he gravely answered as he bowed himself out the door.
