“Until she has her right name, Marta Gary,” finished Jo.
Kurt smiled condoningly.
“Mrs. Kingdon always knows what is best.”
“That is what Miss Lamont said. She said that with Jo to love me and Mrs. Kingdon to advise me I couldn’t help but be—what I want to be.”
“Did she say that?” he asked eagerly, a light in his eyes. “She was right.”
“She left out her help. It was Jo that first made me want to be straight, but it was Miss Lamont who gave me the chance. Isn’t she grand, Mr. Walters? She has such a kind heart.”
“Will you tell me something about her, Marta? Is—”
He stopped abruptly. It wouldn’t be just the right thing to cross-examine this little girl about her “particular pal.”
“I’ll see you again, soon,” he said, and went on to the garage.
The sound of Jo’s jolly laugh with the little added tender note made him turn and look after them. They had stopped on their way and were looking into each other’s eyes, oblivious to all else but the happiness to be found in the kingdom of love and youth.