“Yes, dear, yes,” she said breathlessly, and ran out to the waiting motor.
“My word, you’re all lit up, Millicent,” laughed Hugh at sight of her sparkling eyes. “You must like this little gas buggy as much as I do.”
They were off before she answered. “Yes, I love it; but I wanted, I needed, so much to see you, Hugh.”
“I like that all right. What do you want of little Johnny-on-the-spot?”
“Just to talk to you. Of course I know you can’t do anything, and Grandpa told me to be very careful and not make you unhappy—”
“It can’t be done, Millicent. An afternoon like this, and the car, and you. What’s going to make me unhappy?”
“Perhaps it won’t, but—we’re going to lose our home, and Grandpa’s garden.”
Hugh met her bright, dry eyes. Tears wouldn’t do this subject justice.
“How are you going to lose it?”