E. D. after
it. Some refinements are all that are needed, Dad."
"Glad to hear it. I was a bit anxious."
Mr. Swift questioned his son about the technical details of the
trip, asking how the motor had acted under the pressure caused by
so completely muffling the exhaust, and for some minutes the two
inventors, young and old, indulged in talk which was not at all
interesting to Mr. Damon. They went into the house, and Tom asked
to have a little lunch, which Mrs. Baggert set out for him.
"It's rather late to eat," said the young inventor, "but I
always feel hungry after I test a new machine and find that it
works pretty well. Will you join me in a sandwich or two, Mr.
Damon?"
"Why, bless my ketchup bottle, I believe I will."
And so they ate and talked. Tom was on the point of telling his
father something of the queer cry for help they had heard on the
lonely meadow when Mrs. Baggert produced a letter which she said
had come for Tom that afternoon, but had been mislaid by a new
maid who had been engaged to help with the housework.
"She took it to the shop after you had left, and only now told
me about it," explained Mrs.
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