"Your mother will be sending some of them to a hotel, I
imagine. Couldn't we"--he glanced at his grandfather--"have the pleasure
of taking them in our car? or of sending it back for them, if there are
too many?"
"Thank you, but I've no doubt mother can arrange--" Louis Gray began,
when old Matthew Kendrick interrupted him:
"We can do better than that, Dick," said he. He turned to Louis. "We
will wait," said he, "while you present my compliments to your mother
and say that it will give me great satisfaction if she will allow me to
entertain an overflow party of her guests."
Hardly able to believe his ears, Richard stared at his grandfather. What
had come over him, who had lived in such seclusion for so many years,
that he should be offering hospitality at midnight to total strangers?
He smiled to himself. But the next moment a thought struck him.
"Grandfather," he said hurriedly, "why not specially invite that
delightful couple--the one they call 'Uncle Rufus' and his wife?"
"An excellent idea," Mr. Kendrick agreed, "though they might not be
willing to make the change at so late an hour."
"People who were dancing with spirit ten minutes ago will be ready to
travel right now," prophesied Richard.
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