“Oh, dear,” said Laura with sudden blankness, “I never thought of supper. Isn’t there anything?”

“Nothing but some eggs and coffee.” The cook assumed an air of aloofness, as if the entire affair were totally foreign to any interest or concern of hers. Laura dismissed her, saying that she would see to it.

“We’ll have to go out and get some things,” she said. “We’ll all go. I’m tired of staying in the house.”

“No, I’ve a better scheme,” announced Landry. “I’ll invite you all out to dine with me. I know a place where you can get the best steak in America. It has stopped raining. See,” he showed her the window.

“But, Landry, we are all so dirty and miserable.”

“We’ll go right now and get there early. There will be nobody there, and we can have a room to ourselves. Oh, it’s all right,” he declared. “You just trust me.”

“We’ll see what Page and Aunt Wess’ say. Of course Aunt Wess’ would have to come.”