“We shan't run to such an extravagance yet awhile,” laughed Mary.
“A bicycle for me and the station hack for Mary,” Stefan summed up. “I suppose there is such a thing at Crab's Bay?”
“She won't have to walk,” Farraday answered.
Started on practical issues, Mary's mind had flown to the need of a telephone to link them to her doctor. “May we install a 'phone?” she asked. “I never lived with one till two months ago, but already it is a confirmed vice with me.”
“Mayn't I have it put in for you—there should be one here,” said he.
“Oh, no, please!”
“At least let me arrange for it,” he urged.
“Now, son, thee must not keep Mrs. Byrd out too late. Get her home before sundown,” Mrs. Farraday's voice admonished. Obediently, every one moved toward the hall. At a word from McEwan, the mute Jamie ran to open the tonneau door. Farraday stopped to lock the kitchen entrance and found McEwan on the little porch as he emerged, while the others were busy settling themselves in the car. As Farraday turned the heavy front door lock, his friend's hand fell on his shoulder.
“Ought ye to do it, James?” McEwan asked quietly.
Farraday raised his eyes, and looked steadily at the other, with his slow smile.