I suppose you know everybody!" he ended admiringly.
They retraced their steps through the silent house and down to the front door, continuing their talk.

As Dan turned for their last words on the veranda steps he acted on an impulse and said:-- "Have supper with me to-morrow night--we won't call it dinner--at the Whitcomb House.

I'll meet you in the lobby at six o'clock.

The honorable state committee is in town and I'll point out some of the moulders of our political destiny.

They're a joy to the eye, I can tell you!" Allen's eager acquiescence, his stumbling, murmured thanks, emphasized Dan's sense of the forlorn life young Thatcher had described.
* * * * * "So the old boy's skipped, has he ?" demanded the city editor.