The Egret

The EgretAs usual, the telephone rang at dinnertime. From their places around the table, Polly and the kids gave McGruder pleading looks that meant "Please don't answer it--for once, just let the damned thing ring."As usual, McGruder ignored their silent pleas and picked up the phone."Did I catch you at dinner?" Harry Profitt's reedy voice wanted to know. "Too bad. But at least you got somebody to make it for you, don't you, Stork? Me, I eat out of tin cans or fry up che...