“That lunch didn’t agree with me.”

“Why, it was a good plain lunch. I don’t see — — ”

“Oh, it was plain enough, all right.”

Next day she did not come to finish her work. Sick, she telephoned. Nettie called it an outrage. She finished the sewing herself, though she hated sewing. Pa Minick said nothing, but there was a light in his eye. Now and then he chuckled, to Nettie’s infinite annoyance, though she said nothing.

“Wanted to marry me!” he said to himself, chuckling. “Wanted to marry me! The old rip!”

At the end of April, Pa Minick discovered Washington Park, and the Club, and his whole life was from that day transformed.