"I warned you."
He might have been a child who had disobeyed. Gregory frowned.
"I know you did," he said shortly, and then added, with a look that made Jean wonder what he meant, even after he was gone, "Thank you."
Did he mean for taking him? Or for the meeting itself?
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
"What are you doing, daddy?"
Gregory started, for Puck had come so lightly in her little rubber-soled sandals that he had not heard her.
"Making a house, Pucklets."
"Let me see." Puck spoke with Gregory's quiet determination, as if she always expected to have to hold out against some opposition. It sat oddly with her golden hair and the delicate oval of her face which were Margaret's.
"Well, look at it. See, that's the floor and these are the walls." Gregory moved so that Puck could come closer, but went on with his work.