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about the glue factory and wondering if there might be “something in it” after all. If her mother was right about the rich possibilities of Adams’s secret⁠—but that was as far as Alice’s speculations upon the matter went at this time: they were checked, partly by the thought that her father probably hadn’t enough money for such an enterprise, and partly by the fact that she had arrived at the front door. XII

The fine old gentleman revealed when she opened the door was probably the last great merchant in America to wear the chin beard. White as white frost, it was trimmed short with exquisite precision, while his upper lip and the lower expanses of his cheeks were clean and rosy from fresh shaving. With this trim white chin beard, the white waistcoat, the white tie, the suit of fine gray cloth, the broad and brilliantly polished black shoes, and the wide-brimmed gray felt hat, here was a man who had found his style in the seventies of the last century, and thenceforth kept it. Files of old magazines of that period might show him, in woodcut, as, “Type of Boston Merchant”; Nast might have drawn him as an honest statesman. He was eighty, hale and sturdy, not aged; and his quick blue eyes, still unflecked, and as brisk as a boy’s, saw everything.

“Well, well, well!” he said, heartily. “You haven’t lost any of your good looks since last week, I see, Miss Alice, so I guess I’m to take it you haven’t been worrying over your daddy. The young feller’s getting along all right, is he?”

“He’s much better; he’s sitting up, Mr. Lamb. Won’t you come in?”

“Well, I don’t know but I might.” He turned to call toward twin disks of light at the curb, “Be out in a minute, Billy”; and the silhouette of a chauffeur standing beside a car could be seen to salute in response, as the old gentleman stepped into the hall. “You don’t suppose your daddy’s receiving callers yet, is he?”

“He’s a good deal stronger than he was when you were here last week, but I’m afraid he’s not very presentable, though.”

“ ‘Presentable’?” The old man echoed her jovially. “Pshaw! I’ve seen lots of sick folks. I know what they look like and how they love to kind of nest in among a pile of old blankets and wrappers. Don’t you worry about that, Miss Alice, if you think he’d like to see me.”

“Of course he would⁠—if⁠—” Alice hesitated; then said quickly, “Of course he’d love to see you and he’s quite able to, if you care to come up.”

She ran up the stairs ahead of him, and had time to snatch the crocheted wrap from her father’s shoulders. Swathed as usual, he was sitting beside a table, reading the evening paper; but when his employer appeared in the doorway he half rose as if to come forward in greeting.

“Sit still!” the old gentleman shouted. “What do you mean? Don’t you know you’re weak as a cat? D’you think a man can be sick as long as you have and not be weak as a cat? What you trying to do the polite with me for?”

Adams gratefully protracted the handshake that accompanied these inquiries. “This is certainly mighty fine of you, Mr. Lamb,” he said. “I guess Alice has told you how much our whole family appreciate your coming here so regularly to see how this old bag o’ bones was getting along. Haven’t you, Alice?”

“Yes, papa,” she said; and turned to go out, but Lamb checked her.

“Stay right here, Miss Alice; I’m not even going to sit down. I know how it upsets sick folks when people outside the family come in for the first time.”

“You don’t upset me,” Adams said. “I’ll feel a lot better for getting a glimpse of you, Mr. Lamb.”

The visitor’s laugh was husky, but hearty and reassuring, like his voice in speaking. “That’s the way all my boys blarney me, Miss Alice,” he said. “They think I’ll make the work lighter on ’em if they can get me kind of flattered up. You just tell your daddy it’s no use; he doesn’t get on my soft side, pretending he likes to see me even when he’s sick.”

“Oh, I’m not so sick any more,” Adams said. “I expect to be back in my place ten days from now at the longest.”

“Well, now, don’t hurry it, Virgil; don’t hurry it. You take your time; take your time.”

This brought to Adams’s lips a feeble smile not lacking in a kind of vanity, as feeble. “Why?” he asked. “I suppose you think my department runs itself down there, do you?”

His employer’s response was another husky laugh. “Well, well, well!” he cried, and patted Adams’s shoulder with a strong pink hand. “Listen to this young feller, Miss Alice, will you! He thinks we can’t get along without him a minute! Yes, sir, this daddy of yours believes the whole works’ll just take and run down if he isn’t there to keep ’em wound up. I always suspected he thought a good deal of himself, and now I know he does!”

Adams looked troubled. “Well, I don’t like to feel that my salary’s going on with me not earning it.”

“Listen to him, Miss Alice! Wouldn’t you think, now, he’d let me be the one to worry about that? Why, on my word, if your daddy had his way, I wouldn’t be anywhere. He’d take all my worrying and everything else off my shoulders and shove me right out of Lamb and Company! He would!”

“It seems to me I’ve been soldiering on you a pretty long while, Mr. Lamb,” the convalescent said, querulously. “I don’t feel right about it; but I’ll be back in ten days. You’ll see.”

The old man took his hand in parting. “All right; we’ll see, Virgil. Of course we do need you, seriously speaking; but we don’t need you so bad we’ll let you come down there before you’re fully fit and

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