CHAPTER NINETEENHome Work
At four-thirty, Clara was serving tea; Theodore circulated among the guests with a tray and glasses, in case certain of them should prefer something stronger. Martin was having a light refection under the tea-table. Clara’s chow watched him indulgently; he could not but make allowances for a creature who dined out of a saucer.
Gamadge had just finished reading aloud from a typed statement, copies of which were in the hands of all the visitors. Cecilia Warren and Belden sat together on the sofa, Schenck next to Clara, Mrs. Stoner beside Gamadge in a deep chair, and Miss Prady, attended by Harold, on a love seat which Theodore had drawn up to accommodate them.
“You will please take your copies of this thing home with you,” said Gamadge, “and learn them.” He looke
