“Oh, we can, I believe, get excellent ice-creams here, but this is home-made.”
“Indeed!”
After dinner Mr. Bishop declared they must catch the eight o’clock train. Harry urged them in vain to stay, and then it was decided that Molly and Harry would go to the depot with them.
As they parted Mrs. Bishop said: “Harry, you and Molly must come home to spend Christmas, and had better spend a week with us.”
Harry promised to do so if they could.
“Why, of course you can;—why not?”
“Oh,” laughed Harry, “we are family people now, with the responsibility of a house on our shoulders.”
“A house! a match-box, you mean.”
With this shot they parted. Harry’s real hesitation was doubt as to what Molly might feel inclined to do; there was no denying she had been badly treated, snubbed and looked down upon.
“Well, if this isn’t the strangest turn; I don’t think I ever knew my father to leave business for a day before.”