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Milt cut in abruptly, "Pink! Shut up! Thanks, folks, but we'll go on.

Just wanted to see if you had got in safe. See you tomorrow, some

place."

Claire was close to Milt, her fingers on his sleeve. "Please, Milt!

Father! You didn't make your introduction very complete. You failed to

tell Mr. Daggett that this is Mr. Saxton, a friend of ours in Brooklyn.

Please, Milt, do stay and have dinner. I won't let you go on hungry. And

I want you to know Jeff--Mr. Saxton.... Jeff, Mr. Daggett is an

engineer, that is, in a way. He's going to take an engineering course in

the University of Washington. Some day I shall make you bloated copper

magnates become interested in him.... Mrs. Barmberry. Mrssssssss.

Barrrrrrrmberrrrrry! Oh. Oh, Mrs. Barmberry, won't you please warm up

that other chicken for----"

"Oh, now, that's too bad. Me and Jim have et it all up!" wept the

landlady, at the door.

"I'll go on," stammered Milt.

Jeff looked at him expressionlessly.

"You will not go on!" Claire was insisting. "Mrs. Barmberry, won't you

cook some eggs or steak or something for these boys?"

"Perhaps," Jeff suggested, "they'd rather make their own dinner by a

campfire. Must be very jolly, and that sort of thing."

"Jeff, if you don't mind, this is my party, just for the moment!"

"Quite right. Sorry!"

"Milt, you sit here by the fire and get warm. I'm not going to be robbed

of the egotistic pleasure of being hospitable. Everybody look happy

now!"

She got them all seated--all but Pinky. He had long since seated

himself, by the fire, in Claire's chair, and he was smoking a cigar from

the box which Jeff had brought for Mr. Boltwood.

Milt sat farthest from the fire, by the dining-table. He was agonizing,

"This Jeff person is the real thing. He's no Percy in riding-breeches.

He's used to society and nastiness. If he looks at me once more--young

garage man found froze stiff, near Flathead Lake, scared look in eyes,

believed to have met a grizzly, no signs of vi'lence. And I thought I

could learn to mingle with Claire's own crowd! I wish I was out in the

bug. I wonder if I can't escape?"