The situation is delightfully
unique--don't you think so, Mrs. Parker?"
"It isn't the least bit delightful, Mr. Farrel," the lady declared
frankly and forcibly; "but it's dear of you to be so nice about it."
Mr. Parker's momentary embarrassment had passed, and with the feeling
that his silence was a trifle disconcerting, he rallied to meet Miguel
Farrel's attempt at gaiety.
"Well, Mr. Farrel, we find ourselves in a unique position, as you say.
Kay informs me, however, that you are conversant with the circumstances
that have conspired to make us your guests."
"Pray do not mention it. Under the peculiar conditions existing, I quite
realize that you followed the only logical and sensible course."
Mrs. Parker heaved a small sigh of relief and gazed upon Farrel with new
interest. He returned her gaze with one faintly quizzical, whereat,
emboldened, she demanded,
"Well, what do you think of us for a jolly little band of usurpers, Mr.
Farrel?"
"Why, I think I'm going to like you all very much if you'll give me half
a chance."
"I'd give you almost anything rather than be kicked out of this house,"
she replied, in her somewhat loud, high-pitched voice. "I love it, and I
think it's almost sinful on your part to have bobbed up so unexpectedly."
"Mother!" Kay cried reproachfully.
"Tut, tut, Kay, dear! When an obnoxious heir is reported dead, he should
have the decency to stay dead, although, now that our particular nuisance
is here, alive and well, I suppose we ought to let bygones be bygones and
be nice to him--provided, of course, he continues to be nice to us.
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