"I can see you to-night at the Newsons', unless you prefer spending your
evening here at the club."
"You know perfectly well what I prefer," he said with a meaning look; and
then, without glancing at Quin, across whose knees he had clasped
Eleanor's hand, he bade his host and hostess an apologetic good-by and
mounted the club-house steps.
"What _made_ you come?" Eleanor demanded fiercely of Quin, under cover of
the starting motor.
"I had to," Quin whispered back apologetically. "We got to sell 'em the
farm."
"What farm? Papa Claude's? Whom are you going to sell it to?"
Quin lifted a warning finger and nodded significantly at the back of Mr.
Ranny's unsuspecting head.
"Uncle Ranny?" Eleanor's lips formed the words incredulously. Then the
mere suggestion of outwitting her grandmother and saving Papa Claude by
such a master stroke of diplomacy struck her so humorously that she broke
into laughter, in which Quin joined.
"You two are very lively all of a sudden," Mrs. Ranny said over her
shoulder. "What is the joke?"
"Miss Eleanor and I have gone into the real estate business. Do you want
to buy a farm?"
"We always want to buy a farm.
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