There was a pause during which Margaret wondered why men were so annoying. Without a doubt, Gregory had intended to come up, but it was just like him to give no one the satisfaction of knowing it.
"I think, daddy, I'll take Lady Jane and Priscilla. You couldn't take care of them very well, could you?"
"I think that would be better. I don't quite understand about their food," he added, remembering suddenly that Lady Jane and Priscilla were in the stage of being babies for the last two weeks.
Puck cuddled into his arms with a deep sigh of relief. Her tottering world was stable again.
"Tell me about Pergameleon," she demanded, and Gregory obeyed with the garbled version that passed for the story between them.
A week later he saw them off on the boat and came back to Gramercy Park to have dinner with Jean.
It was going to be a happy summer.
After much deliberation Dr. Mary had taken a second year's leave from the Neighborhood House, and gone to London for the summer to study conditions in the East End. The house was theirs.
Gregory felt young and carefree as he touched the bell button, with the one long and two short, that was his ring.
Enveloped in a kitchen apron, her hands covered with flour, Jean opened the door.