"There are plenty setting their caps for you, if you but knew it,"
said Miss Challoner.
"Aha! I smell a conspiracy!" laughed Warrington. "You are putting your
heads together to get me off your hands."
The breakfast awaited them at Bennington's hotel. This passed off
smoothly. Then Warrington excused himself. He had a business
engagement down town. It was arranged, however, that they were to be
his guests that evening at dinner and a box-party at the summer opera.
On Wednesday, at ten, they were to breakfast in his apartment. From
his rooms they would go straight to the parson's, the "Little Church
Around the Corner."
When Warrington had gone, John turned to his sister.
"Isn't he the finest chap?"
"He isn't to be compared with you," Patty answered.
"Nobody is," said Miss Challoner.
John colored with pleasure.
"Mr. Warrington is a thorough gentleman, and I like him very much,"
said Mrs. Bennington. "I have heard things about him; I can see that
there has been some exaggeration. I shall be very glad to have him for
a neighbor."
"A neighbor?" said Miss Challoner.
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