"God forbid, if it was warmer than this yet. Papa, take off your coat, and you too, Dean." Mamma lifted her dusty little black hat from a very flushed forehead. "These boys look cool in their flannel shirts and you so hot in your coats. And see what a nice fine place and a nice clock and a--" "Hold, Mamma! Hold! You needn't talk every minute," interrupted Papa Wolf. "I promised to say nothing until we all have eaten. So now, enjoy your breakfast." But Papa and probably the Dean were the only persons who really enjoyed the meal. Elsa was plainly rattled and Dick whose worn face recently had looked much less haggard had settled again into lines of suffering. Except in looking after the guests' comfort, he had nothing to say. Charley and Roger were apprehensive as to the outcome of what was plainly to be a family row. Ernest, who talked a great deal, seemed excited and uneasy. When the coffee pot had been emptied and pipes and cigars lighted, Dean Erskine rose. He was small and thin and his Van Dyke beard was nearly white but he still gave the impression of tremendous nervous energy. "Now, I'm ready for the Plant, Roger," he said energetically. "No! No! The Plant can wait!" protested Papa. "You know all about why we have come, Dean, and I want you to stay and lend your good sense to the interview." "But my dear Wolf, it will be very unpleasant for me," exclaimed the Dean. "And for me!" added Roger. "For you, Roger! Why you're the cause of all our troubles and the Dean has backed you in all! Come now, don't be a coward. See it through! I must take my two children back with me. That is settled." "Is that what brought you down here, Papa?" inquired Elsa. "Ernest's letter brought me down here. It's the only letter he has written me since he left my roof. But it was most important." "You see, it was this way," Ernest cleared his throat, nervously, but his blue eyes were steady. "You told me not to communicate with you, but I've written regularly to Mother. So, of course, it amounted to the same thing. Naturally, I've tried not to write you about our worries. But finally, I made up my mind, Papa, that you needed to learn one or two things that I had learned down here. I knew there was no use in my asking you to come, so I merely wrote you of Elsa's engagement." Ernest turned to his sister and Dick, who sat side by side on the living-room cot. "I'm not going to apologize to you two. Mamma and Papa had to know sometime or other. And I wanted Papa down here." "You should have let me write, Ernest. I might have given myself a fair show, I think." Dick's voice was bitter. "I did you no harm in the long run, Dick, old man," said Ernest, eagerly. "Just bear with me for a while." "Ernie, you always were an old butter-in," cried Elsa angrily. "As if I weren't perfectly capable of managing my own affairs. Now you've ruined everything. Papa, I am going to marry Dick. Mamma, you will love him." "Wait, Elsa, wait," exclaimed Ernest.