“I do and I don't. I want to be with you and I want to be in Dayton.”
“But you will go to Dayton?”
“After awhile, if—if you'll let me.”
Mr. Leigh's lips came together firmly as if he would force himself to be silent.
“I do not begrudge the cost, my son!” said Mr. Leigh, in a voice that rang with gratitude. “I am very happy, for if you had not been what you are—”
“Dinner is ready, sorr,” announced Maggie. “Come on, dad,” said Tommy, taking his father's arm in his and finding great comfort in feeling it so near him.
But Mr. Leigh disengaged his arm gently.
“My son, will you invite me to dine with you at your club? You are a man now, and safe, and—and—I should like to be your guest before you go back to Dayton!”