It was bad enough to have this dreadful country uncle come at all; but to have him come now, before they were prepared, before any explanations had been made! What should she do?
Her brother, fidgeting at her elbow, not daring to look at Malcolm Dunn, who, he knew, was thoroughly enjoying the scene, could stand it no longer.
"Caro," he snapped, "what are you waiting for?
Don't you _know_ that the rooms are not ready?
Of course they're not! We're sorry, and all that, but Graves didn't tell us and we weren't prepared.

Certainly he'll have to go to the hotel, for--for the present." He ventured to raise his eyes and glare indignantly at the captain.
Finding the latter looking intently at him, he dropped them again and jammed his clenched fists into his pockets.
Captain Elisha pulled thoughtfully at his beard.
"Humph!" he grunted.

"Humph! then I cal'late maybe--" He took a step toward the door, stopped, turned back, and said, with calm decision, "I guess I'd better stay.

You won't mind me, Caroline--you and Stephen.

You _mustn't_.