“Not at all, Mummie?”
“Not for a moment. You’d better go to him now.”
He was on his way to the door when she beckoned him back. “What’s she called, Teddy?”
“Vashti.”
“Vashti.” She repeated the word.
“Don’t let him be lonely, Teddy—not for a moment alone with her. Good-by, darling. Go to him now.”
CHAPTER XI—THE LITTLE GOD LOVE
On the wall a clock was ticking; that and the rustling of the fire as the coals sank lower were the only sounds. Like a white satin mantle that had drifted from God’s shoulders, the snow lay across the world. The sun flashed down; the studio was flooded with glory.