"I don't think I shall regret it," she said, "for I shall have plenty to do, and I am always happy when I am busy."
Then he surprised her by stooping, and giving her a swift kiss on her cheek.
"A husband's privilege," he said with a queer little smile about his lips.
Anstice's colour had risen.
"But not necessary," she said, "and I would rather say a partner—hardly a husband."
"Good-bye, Dad. Bring us some presents when you come back," sang out Georgie.
"And if you find the new person gone when you come back, don't be surprised," added Josie.
Their father stooped to kiss them, but tapped Josie sharply on the shoulder. "That is not the way to speak of your stepmother."
He was gone. Anstice waved a farewell to him, and his children imitated her example. Then they rushed away and Anstice saw them no more till luncheon time.
She was very busy herself looking over store and linen cupboards, and making lists of what was necessary for the comfort of the household.