"You see, I came almost as soon as I could," she began at once. "I did stay one day—for a wedding."
"A wedding?"
"Yes, and some one you know, too— Mr. Donald Estey."
"Really?" cried Mrs. Thayer.
"Jove! After all this time?" The doctor's eyebrows went up.
"Yes. And I'm so glad—especially glad for—for he thought once, years ago, that he cared for some one else. And I like to know he's happy—now."
"Hm-m," murmured the doctor, with a shrewd smile and a sidelong glance at his sister. "So he's happy—now, eh?"
"Oh, very! And she's a beautiful girl."
"As beautiful as—Betty, say?" The doctor's voice was teasing.
A wonderful light came to Helen's face.