l. Mr. Dalken was the first to
speak.

"We'd better bury the hatchet and do something for the children," said
he, anxiously. "Do you know what to do?"

"Had I better get a doctor, or something?" added he.

"Better get _some_thing," replied Mrs. Courtney, without thinking how
silly it must sound.

This sent Eleanor off into another wild spell of laughter, but Polly
began to quiet now that she heard her friend making such a disturbance.
The ungoverned laughter attracted Mr. Ashby who had just entered the
Shops.

"Well, well! What has happened?" was the natural thing for him to say,
the moment he entered the room.

Mr. Dalken tried to explain that a slight shock had occasioned the
hysteria, and then Mr. Ashby ran for the jug of icewater on the small
stand by the door. Eleanor was liberally soaked with water before she
could control her nerves, but once she could gasp again, she cried, "Oh,
Mr. Ashby! make our two dear friends patch up their quarrel! I shall have
another fit unless they shake hands right before my face and promise
never again to act like children!"

As the logic of this accusation seemed apparent to all present, Mr.
Dalken smiled graciously upon Mrs. Courtney and she held out her hand
without further animosity. Then Mr. Ashby had to hear the story of the
accident.

As it was concluded he laughed heartily and said, "When I came in, just
now, I saw two chauffeurs sitting on the running board of Dalky's car,
smoking cigarettes and laughing together as if they were twin brothers.
No sign of disagreement _there_."

"Oh the wretches! And in the station house they called each other all
sorts of bad names and swore to do away with each other the moment they
found an opportunity," complained Mrs. Courtney.

The others laughed at her pathetic voice, and Mr. Dalken said, "When they
discovered they were both Swedes they decided they had best combine their
forces against the common enemy-employer."

Now that reconciliation had been brought about between these two good
friends, Eleanor wondered what next to do to further the match she had
determined to bring about. She looked at Polly for inspiration, but Polly
seemed to lack any initiative.

"Well, girls! Now that you have agreed to remain yet a little longer on
this earth with us, I shall have to be saying good-by," declared Mr.
Dalken, bowing before Mrs. Courtney in his most dignified manner.

"Oh, no, Dalky! Wait just a minute!" cried Eleanor. Then t