ously reduced speed crinkled up a wide drive to the vast pile of gray stone that housed the unfilial Breede.
A taller and, Bean thought, a prettier girl than the flapper stepped aside for them, looking at Bean as they passed. One could read her look as one could not read the flapper's. It was outrageously languishing.
"Flirts with every one, makes no difference who!" explained the flapper with a venomous sniff.
Bean laughed uneasily.
"She's my own dear sister, and I love her, but she's a perfect cat!"
Bean made deprecating sounds with his lips.
"I suppose people have been wondering where I was," confessed the flapper as they descended upon the granite steps. "I forgot to tell them I was going. Better hurry to Pops or he'll be murdering some one."
A man took his bag and preceded him into the big hall.
"Engaged, too!" called the flapper bitterly.
He found Breede imprisoned in a large, light room that looked to the west. Below the windows a green hill fell sheerly away to the bank of a lordly river, and beyond rose other hills that shimmered in the haze. A light breeze fluttered the gayly striped awnings. Breede, at a desk, turned his back upon the fair scene and fumed.
"Take letter G. M. Watkins, Pres'den I 'n' N. C. Rai'way," began Breede as Bean entered
