My brothers, too--they work for him. So
if you like my boss and his old man, George Sea Otter would go to
hell for you pretty damn' quick. You bet you my life!"
"You're a very good boy, George," she replied, with difficulty
repressing a smile at his blunt but earnest avowal. "I am glad the
Cardigans have such an honest, loyal servant."
George Sea Otter's dark face lighted with a quick smile. "Now you pay
me," he replied and returned to the car.
The door opened, and a Swedish maid stood in the entrance regarding
her stolidly. "I'm Miss Sumner," Shirley informed her. "This is my
maid Marcelle. Help her in with the hand-baggage." She stepped into
the hall and called: "Ooh-hooh! Nunky-dunk!"
"Ship ahoy!" An answering call came to her from the dining room,
across the entrance-hall, and an instant later Colonel Seth
Pennington stood in the doorway, "Bless my whiskers! Is that you, my
dear?" he cried, and advanced to greet her. "Why, how did you get
here, Shirley? I thought you'd missed the stage."
She presented her cheek for his kiss. "So I did, Uncle, but a nice
red-haired young man named Bryce Cardigan found me in distress at Red
Bluff, picked me up in his car, and brought me here." She sniffed
adorably. "I'm so hungry," she declared, "and here I am, just in time
for dinner.
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