“Poor child! She hasn’t seen much of conjugal felicity; has she?” he murmured; then, softly: “It is left for us, sweetheart, to teach her—that.”
The color deepened in Mrs. Kendall’s cheeks. Her eyes softened, then danced merrily.
“But you haven’t signed—this, sir, yet!” she challenged laughingly, as she held out the paper.
He caught both paper and hands in a warm clasp.
“But I will,” he declared. “Wait and see!”
Not twenty hours later Bobby McGinnis halted at the great gate of the driveway at Five Oaks and gave a peculiar whistle. Almost instantly Margaret flew across the lawn to meet him.
“Oh, it’s jest a little matter of business,” greeted Bobby, with careless ease. “I’ve got that ’ere document here all signed. I reckoned the doctor wouldn’t lose no time makin’ sure ter do his part.”
“Bobby, not the contract—so soon!” exulted Margaret.
“Sure! Why not? I told him ter please sign to once an’ return. An’ he did, ‘course. I reckoned he meant business in this little matter, an’ he reckoned I did, too. There wa’n’t nothin’ for him ter do but sign, ’course.”
Margaret drew her brows together in a thoughtful frown.