“And,” Shirley broke in, “my Dad says you and he might come with us.”
Mr. Ashton looked at his old friend in surprise.
“You say that, Willing?” he demanded.
“Yes, Colonel, I did. Why not, eh? You and I are getting along in years and have earned a vacation. I’m agreeable, if you are.”
“I don’t know but you are right,” was the slow reply. “I guess I am well enough to travel. I’ll go.”
Mabel jumped quickly to her feet, and hugged him. Shirley performed a similar operation on her father.
“Then,” said Mr. Willing, disengaging himself at last, “the only question to be settled is, where shall we go?”
“This is a pretty sizeable country, Willing,” said the colonel, “I guess there are plenty of places to go.”
“I had thought of Atlantic City,” said Mabel.
“And what had you thought of?” demanded Mr. Willing of Shirley.