A strange house, I suppose, Sylvia." "Voices in the strange house," she answered.
"Voices ?" Garratt Skinner's face darkened.
"Did those fellows stay so late ?" he asked with annoyance.

"What time was it when they woke you up, Sylvia ?" "A little before five." Garratt Skinner's annoyance increased.
"That's too bad," he cried.

"I left them and went to bed.

But they promised me faithfully only to stay another half-hour.

I am very sorry, Sylvia." And as she poured out the tea, he continued: "I will speak pretty sharply to Barstow.