“I’ll have Mary Devine watch over you. Her father is janitor of the block, you know. If you are seen to become emaciated, we will try to smuggle you in some food,” laughed Beth.
“I don’t know how long I shall be at it,” the young man said, with more seriousness; “but I mean if possible to make the name of Haven known—and respected—as it used to be among the ‘legal lights.’”
“Oh, I hope so, Larry!” she declared, with warmth. “We all at our house will ‘boost’ for you.”
“And all the kids are well?” he asked, looking down at her with frank admiration.
“Lovely. And fast growing up. You should see Ella! She is going to be a regular ash-blonde.”
“I never did fancy light-complexioned people,” said Larry, laughing at her. “You suit me, Beth.”
“‘Thank you kindly, sir, she said,’” returned Beth, courtesying. “But remember, please, that my mother considers me a child.”
“Pooh! pooh! and a couple of fudges! You are a stunner, Beth.”
“I am a schoolgirl; you must not turn my head with compliments.”
“Got through the high, Elizabeth?” he asked.