Mary snorted.
“A good excuse! An’ I know what he’s comin’ fer.”
“What?” asked Allan, smiling broadly.
“He’ll be wantin’ to know when you’re comin’ back to work.”
“And I’ll tell him Monday.”
“Monday, indeed,” cried Mary and Mamie both.
“Why, I’m all right again,” Allan protested. “A little shaky and scary, but I’ll get over that.”
“Well, we’ll see about it,” said Mamie, in a tone which told that she was far from being convinced.
Mrs. Welsh went about her household work, leaving the two together, and presently there came the expected knock at the door.
But when she opened it, it was not Mr. Schofield alone who stood there. With him was a man with blue eyes and light hair and flowing blonde moustache whom Mrs. Welsh had never seen before.