He turned to Shirley.
“Mr. Wolfe,” he said, “allow me to introduce you to my daughter.” He turned to Mabel, “and——”
“We have already met, Daddy,” laughed Shirley. “Mr. Wolfe made himself known to us on the train.”
“But how——” began Mr. Willing.
“Never mind now, Daddy,” said Shirley. “It’s a long story.”
“Well,” muttered Mr. Willing to himself, “all right, but the young people now-a-days aren’t like they were in my day.”
Then he climbed into the large automobile and Frank started it.
CHAPTER XIV.—JIMMY DECIDES.
“Somebody’s coming, Dad.”
It was Shirley who spoke. Mr. Willing looked up from his morning paper and turned his eyes toward the distant pike. Between the fields of tall hemp, a quarter of a mile away, a solitary horseman was approaching.