Just after breakfast, in fact, Landry did appear.

“Now,” he began, with a long breath, addressing Laura, who was unwrapping the pieces of cut glass and bureau ornaments as Page passed them to her from the depths of a crate. “Now, I’ve done a lot already. That’s what made me late. I’ve ordered your newspaper sent here, and I’ve telephoned the hotel to forward any mail that comes for you to this address, and I sent word to the gas company to have your gas turned on⁠—”

“Oh, that’s good,” said Laura.

“Yes, I thought of that; the man will be up right away to fix it, and I’ve ordered a cake of ice left here every day, and told the telephone company that you wanted a telephone put in. Oh, yes, and the bottled-milk man⁠—I stopped in at a dairy on the way up. Now, what do we do first?”