"You've been making a mountain out of a molehill." And he strode from the room, flung on his hat and went for a walk.

As Mrs.Warham came from the dining-room a few minutes later, Ruth appeared in the side veranda doorway.

"I think I'll telephone Arthur to come tomorrow evening instead," said she.
"He'd not like it, with Sam here too." "That would be better," assented her mother.

"Yes, I'd telephone him if I were you." Thus it came about that Susan, descending the stairs to the library to get a book, heard Ruth say into the telephone in her sweetest voice, "Yes--tomorrow evening, Arthur.

Some others are coming--the Wrights.