Jim Kenerley was beaming with welcomes, and declared that he, too, would keep the secret of Patty's presence under his roof, even at the point of the bayonet.
But, alas, for good intentions! That afternoon, Kenerley sought his wife, consternation in every line of his good-looking countenance.
"Where's Patty ?" he asked, abruptly.
"I sent her off for a nap.

She's all tired out.

Why ?" "Well, Farnsworth is on his way up here." "What?
Why did you let him come ?" "Couldn't help it.

You see it was this way.

The clerk, or somebody at his hotel telephoned, and said that Mr.Farnsworth had suddenly decided to run up here, and that he hadn't time to telephone and then get his train.