THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"We'll give you a hand when she's ready to be moved," said Drake.
"Who's ahead this morning?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"The Parson and I are the only ones in our right minds, so it stands to reason we're ahead. Play, Peter."
"Oh, is it my play? Well, what is—" he began absently.
"For pity's sake, Louise, take Peter's hand and let him moon in peace!" snorted Mrs. Crompton, in high dudgeon.
Peter rose, mumbling something about "nagging women"; Mrs. Martin took his place, and the game went on in silence for an hour.
Peter fled, and horrified the gardener by cutting all the lilies ruthlessly and carrying them off to the dining-room, where he assembled all the vases in the house and made the rooms bewilderingly sweet.
"Poor old Peter!" said Mrs. Martin, watching him.
"Hardest attack Peter's had in years. Is
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