He dwelt at length upon the fine
points involved in the construction of "The Yellow Peril," described the
brown leather and the specially designed costumes, and was almost
carried away by enthusiasm when he pictured the triumphant progress of
the yellow car, followed by twenty dogs in appropriate collars.
"Can you," he inquired of Allison, "think of anything more like a
celebration that we could do for Uncle?"
"No," replied Allison, choking back a laugh, "unless you went out at
night, too, and had fireworks."
Romeo's expressive face indicated displeasure. "Uncle was such a good
man," he said, in a tone of quiet rebuke, "that I don't believe it would
be appropriate."
Allison coughed and Colonel Kent hastily went to the window. Madame hid
her face for an instant behind her fan and Isabel laughed openly. "I'm
sure he was," said Rose, quickly. "Can you remember him at all?"
"No," Romeo responded, "we've never seen him, but he was a brick all the
same."
"Are you going to run the car yourself?" queried Rose.
"Of course. Some day I'll take you out," he suggested, kindly, then
turned to Isabel and played his highest trump.
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