"You see, Theodore, your steamer's being nearly two days late brings you home just a day before the installation.

You'll be delivering, your address at eleven to-morrow morning." "So I shall," said Dory absently.
"You say it's ready.

Hadn't you better let me get it type-written for you ?" Dory opened the bag at his feet, gave his father a roll of paper.

"Please look it over, and make any changes you like." Dr.Hargrave began the reading then and there.

He had not finished the first paragraph when Dory interrupted with, "Why, Del, you're passing our turning." Del grew crimson.