eat.â
âI canât talk to her about anything,â stormed Dick. âMother, Iâve got a date! Why canât the boss tell Mr. Thingum to leave his daughter at home? Why do I have toâand shut up, all of you. I think youâre being unsympathetic and awful.â
âDick, please be a good sport,â Elizabeth urged. âThis doesnât happen often.â
âIt does too. You remember that horrible girl from New York who was all teeth that I had to take out when her family had dinner here? But this is worse. A foreigner who canât even talk except to say glub-glub!â
âHow do you know she canât talk? Her father speaks English.â
Dick groaned.
âBe nice about it, Dick,â pled Elizabeth. âSheâll probably have a very good time if youâll let her. Remember sheâs in a strange country, and most of those refugees have had some very unpleasant experiences. Canât you be sorry for them at all?â
âItâs easy to be sorry for refugees,â said Dick, âwhen you donât have to put up with them.â
Torn between a desire to laugh and tell him he neednât do it, and a realization that Mr. Kesslerâs daughter must be taken care of somehow if he and Spratt were to have a chance to talk business, Elizabeth did not answer immediately. She was glad to hear the sound of a key in the front door.
âThereâs the boss,â said Cherry, getting up.
âNow we can eat!â Dick exclaimed as though glad to have something to rejoice about. He got up to pour a cocktail for his father.
Spratt came in and greeted them all. âYouâve no idea what a comfortable picture you make around the fire,â he remarked as Elizabeth took his coat and Dick gave him the Martini. âWhereâs Brian?â
âHaving dinner with Peter Stern. Cherry, go to the kitchen and tell them the boss is here.â
âWhat have you been doing?â asked Spratt. âListening to the radio?â
âNo, whatâs going on?â
âThe same, only worse. All hellâs loose in Russia. Come on upstairs with me while I get cleaned up,â he invited Elizabeth. âCherry, tell them Iâll be ready in fifteen minutes.â
âWait a minute, boss,â exclaimed Dick. âIâve got something important to ask you. Do I have to take that refugee girl on a date tomorrow night?â
âWhat refugee girl?â
âThe one whoâs coming here to dinner-with her old man. Canât she possiblyââ
Spratt drew a long breath and started to laugh. âI forgot to tell you. Kesslerâs daughter,â he said, âis eight years old.â
The four youngsters gave long simultaneous whistles. âOh joy, oh rapture unconfined!â sang Dick. âMy life is renewed. I donât have to! Did you hear, everybody? Sheâs eight years old! Why didnât you tell me? What were you doing talking about Russia when all the time you knew that girl was eight years old? Me sitting up here dying and youâve got to bring up Russia !â
Elizabeth got out of the room ahead of Spratt and ran up the stairs. He followed her. When he came into his bedroom he found her crumpled up in his reading chair. She was laughing uncontrollably.
Spratt stood watching her in amazement. âElizabeth, what in the world is the matter with you?â
For a moment she could not answer. With an effort she caught her breath, saying, âNânothing. Only I thinkâI think that for the first time in my life Iâve nearly had hysterics.â
âElizabeth, whatâ â
âPlease donât pay any attention to me. Iâm behaving like a moron. But it is funny, Spratt. Weâre sitting on the edge of a volcano dangling our legs over the crater, and Dick knows itâIâve just heard him talking, so grim and hard he frightened me, and in fifteen minutes
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