“Capital!” The father said, smoking a pipe. “The mayor should give you an award!”
“I wholeheartedly agree!” Mortimer spoke with feeling.
Jeb appeared by Mortimer’s side, an incandescent grin on his face. “Whad’ do we ‘ave here?” He gulped down the pink beverage and winked at the table. “My, this is the best punch I’ve ever tasted! Mrs. Peabody is one sneaky dame. Just don’t let my wife have any.” He swallowed the rest down in two large gulps. Wiping his arm across his mouth, he then focused his attention to the man at the table: “I see ya’ smoking there, I’ve got some tobacco that will knock yer socks off...”
Frank had invited himself to the party.
The butler welcomed him with a skeptical eye and took his coat and hat. “I must inform you sir that dinner has already been served, but d
