"When she comes to-morrow, you will say nothing to her?" and Agnes Brenton promised this.
Later, when she was alone with her husband, she surprised him by observing with some vehemence.
"Dick, I give you full permission to call me a fool whenever you feel inclined to do so."
Mr. Brenton looked up from his latest treasure, an old French book which he had picked up in a day's excursion to Rouen.
"I will start at once, if it will give you any satisfaction, my dear," he said, in his gentle way.
CHAPTER XIX
The children were in the wildest state of excitement at the prospect of seeing "mother." They quarrelled when they were having their hair brushed as to the time she would arrive, and what she would come in.
Baby declared Mummy would arrive in a boat, at which Betty scoffed openly.
"A boat doesn't go on the road. She'll come in a motor."