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Edly at the same time. "Anna is about right," he said. "I
am starved. Wait until I have eaten my breakfast before
you pass judgment on my appearance."
"Haven't you eaten anything since you left Chicago, papa?" asked Ina. "Never mind, dear," he replied, in an odd, curt tone, and she looked a little grieved.
"Did you come on

the flyer, papa?" asked Eddy. "What are you nudging me for, Charlotte?" "Papa doesn't want any more questions asked. He wants his breakfast," said Charlotte. "No, I did
not come on the flyer," Carroll answered, in the same curt
tone. Then for a moment there was silence, and Carroll ate his breakfast. It
was Major Arms who broke
the silence. "You got in last night," he said, with scarcely an inflection of interrogation. But Carroll replied,
"I was in the hotel at midnight." "We
have been frightfully busy since you left, Arthur dear," said Mrs. Carroll. "It is a tremendous undertaking
to make a wedding." "How do the preparations go on?" asked Carroll,

while Ina bent over her
plate with a half-annoyed, half-pleased expression. "Very
well," replied Mrs. Carroll. "Ina's things are lovely, and the dressmaker is so pleased that we gave her the trousseau. It will be a lovely wedding." "Where have you been all the week?" Carroll asked of Arms, who was gazing with

an utter openness of honest delight
at Ina. "Here some

of the time, and in New York. I had to run up to Albany on
business for two days. I got home Wednesday night too late to come out here, and I went into Proctor's

roof-garden to see the vaudeville show." "Did you?" remarked

Carroll, in an even voice. He sugared
his cereal more plentifully. "Yes. I had the time on my hands. It was a warm night
and I did not feel like turning in, and I was trailin