I always have been, really."
"Stupid!" she declared. "I shall wear my hat with the wing and we
will call around at Saunders' and I can buy a motor veil. I always did
think that a motor veil would suit me. We'd better call at Mrs.
Cross's, too, and have her come in and cook the supper. Don't get into
mischief while I'm upstairs."
"I'll come, too--and see little Alfred," he added, hastily.
"Carry the tray, then, and mind where you're going," Ellen ordered.
CHAPTER XXX
A MAN'S SOUL
The half-yearly directors' meeting of the Menatogen Company had just
been held. One by one, those who had attended it were taking their
leave. The auditor, with a bundle of papers under his arm, shook hands
cordially with the chairman--Alfred Burton, Esquire--and Mr.
Waddington, and Mr. Bomford, who, during the absence of the professor
in Assyria, represented the financial interests of the company.
"A most wonderful report, gentlemen," the auditor pronounced,--"a
business, I should consider, without its equal in the world."
"And still developing," Mr. Waddington remarked, impressively.
"And still developing," the auditor agreed. "Another three years like
the last and I shall have the pleasure of numbering at least three
millionaires among my acquaintances.
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