"What—to-night?" he heard Grace giggle.
"Sure."
"Oh, how romantic!" Grace sighed.
"I tell you what, Len," Joe went on, "I'll bet you five hundred bucks you and Delphine haven't got the nerve to elope."
Leonard Trask's voice now cut in a little besitantly, but defiantly, "What do you say, Delphine? Are you game? Shall we show this smart young man up? Are you willing?"
"Dr. Mitchell, up at Ridgefield, three miles from here, will marry you," Grace offered excitedly. "They call him the 'marrying parson.'"
"Sure he will," chimed in Leonard, thoroughly aroused now and a little out of his head.
"Will you, Delphine?"
Delphine giggled. She sighed, "Oh, Leonard, are you sure you love me?"
"Yes, I'm crazy about you. Let's go. Let's elope."
"Imagine—my own cousin and a guest at my house!" murmured Grace. "I never heard of anything so romantic."
"Come on then. Let's get going," warned Leonard.
Harold was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe Leonard Trask was himself. The son of the famous John Trask and the brother
