“My secretary picked them out,” explained Ryder. “Your artistic sense will tell you what to use.”
“Does your son still love this girl? I mean the one you object to?” inquired Shirley as she went on sorting the papers.
“Oh, no, he does not care for her any more,” answered Ryder hastily.
“Yes, he does; he still loves her,” said Shirley positively.
“How do you know?” asked Ryder amazed.
“From the way you say he doesn't,” retorted Shirley.
Ryder gave his caller a look in which admiration was mingled with astonishment.
“You are right again,” he said. “The idiot does love the girl.”
“Bless his heart,” said Shirley to herself. Aloud she said: