“Freeman's,” Henrietta answered. “Yes, I knew that, Lorna.”
“Bruce writes that it is settled—that it is all arranged but the simple final details. Henrietta—”
“Yes?”
“You don't tell me anything about this love affair. Is Johnnie Alberson—has he—I mean—”
“He has asked me to marry him, if that is what you mean, Lorna,” Henrietta said, “but if you mean you want to know whether I am going to marry him or not, I'm not. I'm not going to marry any one. I'm going to have Lem. I'm going to make Miss Susan give me Lem, and I'm going to live with Miss Susan, and we will all be as happy as the day is long.”
“I think Johnnie likes you awfully well,” Lorna ventured.
Henrietta gave Lorna's waist a little squeeze. “I know he does,” she admitted cheerfully, “but I'm Lem's, and Lem is going to be mine.” They found Gay in a tremble of happiness, for Carter Bruce had written other things in his letter than the mere report that Freeman would surely have his divorce in a few days. It was almost an hour later when Henrietta arose from her seat on Gay's porch and peered across the street.
“Who is that?” she asked. “Isn't that Lem and his father going up Miss Susan's steps? It is! Good-bye, Gay!”
She overtook the panting ex-saint before he reached Miss Susan's front door.
“Oh, Mr. Redding!” she exclaimed. “I know you've come to see your sister. Here—this is the easiest chair. You must be so tired. I 'll tell her you're here. You want a fan, I know.”