And now tell me about Ruth, as we must call her, I suppose.

Your aunt just missed her at the Cosgroves' the other day." Then came a short disquisition on Garry and Corinne and their life at Elm Crest, followed by an embarrassing pause, during which the head of the house of Breen lowered the flow line on a black bottle which he took from a closet behind his desk,--"his digestion being a little out that morning," he explained.

And so with renewed thanks for the interest he had taken in his behalf, and with his whole mind now concentrated on Peter and the unspeakable happiness in store for him when he poured into the old gentleman's willing and astonished ears the details of the interview, Mr.John Breen, Henry MacFarlane's Chief Assistant in Charge of Outside Work, bowed himself out.
He had not long to wait.
Indeed, that delightful old gentleman had but a short time before called to a second old gentleman, a more or less delightful fossil in black wig and spectacles, to take his place at the teller's window, and the first delightful old gentleman was at the precise moment standing on the top step of the Exeter, overlooking the street, where he had caught sight of Jack wending his way toward him.
"Jack! JACK!" Peter cried, waving his hand at the boy.
"Oh! that's you, Uncle Peter, is it?
Shall I-- ?" "No, Jack, stay where you are until I come to you." "And where are you going now ?" burst out Jack, overjoyed at reaching his side.
"To luncheon, my dear boy! We'll go to Favre's, and have a stuffed pepper and a plate of spaghetti an inch deep, after my own receipt.

Botti cooks it deliciously;--and a bottle of red wine, my boy,--WINE,--not logwood and vinegar.

No standing up at a trough, or sitting on a high stool, or wandering about with a sandwich between your fingers,--ruining your table manners and your digestion.