I called Mr. Cardigan up to
thank him for the pie he sent over, and incidentally to invite him
over here to dinner on Thursday night."
"I thought I heard you asking somebody to dinner, and as you don't
know a soul in Sequoia except young Cardigan, naturally I opined that
he was to be the object of our hospitality."
The Colonel coughed slightly. From the manner in which he approached
the task of buttering his hot cakes Shirley knew he had something
more to say and was merely formulating a polite set of phrases in
which to express himself. She resolved to help him along.
"I dare say it's quite all right to have invited him; isn't it, Uncle
Seth?"
"Certainly, certainly, my dear. Quite all right, but er--ah, slightly
inconvenient."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. If I had known--Perhaps some other night--"
"I am expecting other company Thursday night--unfortunately, Brayton,
the president of the Bank of Sequoia, is coming up to dine and
discuss some business affairs with me afterward; so if you don't
mind, my dear, suppose you call young Cardigan up and ask him to
defer his visit until some later date."
"Certainly, Uncle. There is no particular reason why I should have
Mr. Cardigan on Thursday if his presence would mean the slightest
interference with your plans.
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