“Yes, indeed.”
“But I never kept anything from you before.”
Mrs. Blair laughed.
“But you kept this only a day, dear. That doesn’t count.”
“It was a long day.”
“I know, sweetheart.” The mother kissed her, and they were silent a while.
“I do love him so,” said Lavinia, presently. “And you’ll love him too, mama, I know you will.”
“I’m sure of that, dear.”
“But what of papa?”
Mrs. Blair felt the girl grow tense in her arms.