“Yes,—oh, yes!”
“Well, she shall! She shall!”
“Oh, Daddy, do you mean it?”
“Darling, I was keeping that as a surprise.”
She threw her arms about him. She drew herself up so that she could speak, her lips at his ear. The man who was driving them—he must not hear. “Daddy,” she whispered, “just you and I will go? Nobody else?”
He was puzzled. “Why—why, who else?” he asked.
“Oh, nobody, Daddy! Thank you! Thank you!” Contentedly she rested her cheek once more against his coat.
“The little apartment is all ready,” he went on; “and Sally is waiting. And down there not a soul shall ever know——”
She nodded. “About this.”
“Not a soul,” he promised. Then to the man, “Speed up!”