But she simply smiled, and going to her husband she brushed an imaginary dust speck from his coat. He caught her hand.
"Wait, Dear One, till the invention is ready," he said; "all shall give homage to my wife."
She did not answer him in words, but he seemed satisfied with the silence. Such moments of love, of high hope, were beautiful to both.
The little group started away for their trip to town.
Just as they reached the drug store, Suzanna pulled her father's sleeve. She was all excitement.
"See, daddy," she cried, "that tall lady dressed in black standing near the lamp post is Miss Smithson, my new teacher."
"Well, let's go and say a word to her," suggested Mr. Procter, easily.
"Oh, father, I don't think she talks outside of school," said Suzanna, her voice falling. She fell into prim step as they neared Miss Smithson.
Miss Smithson, seeing Suzanna, smiled.
"This is my father," said Suzanna proudly.