“It’s very nice of you to say so,” she replied. “And, of course, I believe you, for every time that I get a new gown I think that very same thing myself. Still, I do regard it as strange if I look nicely to-day, for I’ve been crying like a baby all the morning.”
“You crying! And why?”
She raised her eyes to his.
“Such bad news!” she said simply.
“From where? Of whom?”
“From mamma, about Bob.”
“Have his wounds proved serious?” Holloway looked slightly distressed as was proper.
“It isn’t that. It’s papa. Papa has forbidden him the house. He’s very, very angry.”
Holloway looked relieved.
“Your father won’t stay angry long, and you know it,” he said. “Just think how often he has lost his temper over the boys and how often he’s found it again.”