No, Dad had never been to India, but... "Good Lord, boy, how old are you, anyway?" "Thirty-two." "Well, I never would have guessed it. Would you, Elizabeth?" This, too, was rather embarrassing, but I managed to say I thought Mr. Porter didn't look a day over twenty-eight. "It's the life he leads," Dad declared with an air of proprietorship--"out of doors all day long. It must be great!" "It IS interesting. But I think I like it best for what it has done for one; you see, I was supposed to have lungs once, long ago. Now I'm as sound as a dollar." "He looks it, doesn't he, Elizabeth!" If Dad hadn't been such a dear, I should have been annoyed by his constant requests for my opinion where it was so obviously unnecessary. But Dad is such a dear. To make it worse, Mr. Porter seemed to consider that whether he was, or was not, as sound as a dollar, depended entirely on my answer. "One would think I was a sort of supreme court from the way Dad refers all questions to me. But I warn you, Mr. Porter; my 'yes' or 'no' makes little difference in his opinions." "You are my supreme court, and they do," declared Dad. "I'm sure they do," said Mr. Porter, "When the novelty of having me with you has worn off, you'll be your same old domineering self, Daddy dear." "Domineering! Hear the minx! I'm a regular lamb, Porter. That reminds me: When are you going to California!" "I hadn't thought. That is, I had thought... That is, I've wished... I mean I've wondered..... I hope you won't think me presumptuous, Mr. Middleton, but I've wondered if you'd allow me to go on the same train with you and Miss Middleton." "Why, my dear boy, we'd be delighted. Wouldn't we, Elizabeth!" Mr. Porter turned to me. "You see, Miss Middleton, you are the supreme court, after all," his lips said. But his eyes told me why he wanted to go on the same train with Dad and me, told me plainer than words. Perhaps I should have remembered I had never spoken to him till that morning, but..... "The supreme court congratulates the inferior court on the wisdom of its decision," I said, with an elaborate bow to Dad to hide my confusion. "It's settled!" cried Dad. "This is quite the nicest thing that ever happened," said Mr. Porter. "If only you knew how grateful I am. I feel like--like giving three cheers, and tossing my hat in the air." "The inferior court rules against hat-tossing as irrelevant, immaterial, and incompetent." "Ruling sustained," I said. "And they call this a free country!" "The newspapers don't. Read the newspapers my boy." "At any rate, I now belong to the privileged class. When do we leave, Mr. Middleton?" "Elizabeth says to-morrow. We go by rather a slow train." "But why?" I began. "Because, my dear, an all-wise Providence has decreed that express trains shall not haul private cars." "Oh, I say!" exclaimed Mr. Porter. "That makes all the difference in the world." "Only a day's difference." "I mean....." "You're going as our guest, you know."