"Would you
have believed it," said Fenger, "when you left town?
Good old lake. Mrs. Fenger coming down?" to the man.
The Jap shook his head. "Nossa."
Their talk at luncheon was all about Theodore and his
future. Fenger said that what Theodore needed was a firm
and guiding hand. "A sort of combination manager and slave-
driver. An ambitious and intelligent wife would do it.
That's what we all need. A woman to work for, and to make
us work."
Fanny smiled. "Mizzi will have to be woman enough, I'm
afraid. Poor Ted."
They rose. "Now for the talk," said Fenger. But the
telephone had sounded shrilly a moment before, and the
omnipresent little Jap summoned Fenger. He was back in a
minute, frowning. "It's Haynes. I'm sorry. I'm afraid
it'll take a half hour of telephoning. Don't you want to
take a cat-nap? Or a stroll down to the lake?"
"Don't bother about me. I'll probably take a run outdoors."
"Be back in half an hour."
But when she returned he was still at the telephone. She
got a book and stretched luxuriously among the cushions of
one of the great lounging chairs, and fell asleep.
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