Emma McChesney put down the letter and smiled. "Sit down-now that you're in. And if you expect me to say, 'Knew what?' you're doomed to disappointment." T. A. Buck remained standing, both gloved hands clasping his walking stick on which he leaned. "Every time I come into this office, you're reading the latest scrawl from your son. One would think Jock's letters were deathless masterpieces. I believe you read them at half-hour intervals all week, and on Sunday get 'em all out and play solitaire with them." Emma McChesney's smile widened frankly to a grin.