"But Sylvia has started on a career. I'm told she paints excellent miniatures."
"I want her to paint mine the rest of her life," said Dunham. "I don't know what she'll say; but—haven't I your blessing, Judge?"
The lawyer shook the hand he clasped.
"You're a great fool, John," he said tenderly. "You don't know enough to"—he paused, and, dropping John's hand, hurried from the office, slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER XXXIII
"LOVE ALONE WILL STAY"
"It never ought to rain in June," said Sylvia.
She had just alighted from the train, and was in Thinkright's arms as she said it.
"I had set my heart on just such a drive with you as we had the first time I came."