He was in fine spirits,--so glad to get
home again, he said,--and made even the _pater_ smile over a description
of what he calls his "adventures in the far West." With the exception
of a short visit in the study, he spent the evening with us in the
schoolroom, hearing all that has happened to us since he went away,
and playing violin and piano duets with Nannie and me.
I intended to have had a talk with Max about Chad, but there was no
opportunity on this evening; and besides, he looked so pleased when Nora
said she thought that Chad was "nice"--and she claims to be so _very_
fastidious! I can't understand it--that I concluded I'd wait until
another time to air my opinion. I noticed that Phil didn't say anything
for or against Chad: all the same, _I_ shall speak, just as soon as I
can get Max alone; for, if he doesn't know it already, he ought to be
told the sort of individual his ward is. As far as I'm personally
concerned, I'd put up with the fellow rather than trouble Max, but
I've got to think of Phil.
After Max had taken his departure, and Betty and Jack had been walked
off to bed, we four older ones sat talking for a few minutes.
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