Brecky wheeled about, for some one had entered the room. It was the rebellious Kathleen herself. She seemed to him to have grown miraculously prettier overnight, and he was still less angry.
“Well, Johnny?” she demanded.
He resented that tone very much.
“Well!” he said affably.
There was a long silence.
“I’m taking the nine forty train home,” said Brecky. “Coming?”
“No,” said she.
Without another word, he picked up his cap and made for the door; but he was met by Charley Sands.
“Here! Here!” said he. “Stay and have some breakfast first, old son!”
“All right!” said Brecky.