Mr. Procter smiled and touched Suzanna's dark hair. Later he arranged a chair so Daphne might be comfortable at the supper table. A book and a cushion brought that state of comfort about, and the child was very happy. She was, for the time being, a member of an interesting family, everyone trying his best to entertain her. Even Peter forgot the loss of his dog and said some funny things which made Daphne laugh.
After supper David called for his little daughter. Daphne cried out joyfully as he entered.
"Oh, I've had such a good time, Daddy David," she exclaimed.
He lifted her to his shoulder, then gazed about the little family circle. His eyes lingered on Mrs. Procter.
"You've been good to Daphne, I know," he said simply. "And so good night."
"While you're here, David," said Mr. Procter, "I'll show you my invention."
"Fine!" David said; he swung the little girl from his shoulder. "I'd like to see that machine."
So they all went upstairs to the attic. The machine stood brooding in its peace.
Mr. Procter lit a lamp. Its glow fell softly upon the little group.
"Old John Massey came into the shop today," said Mr. Procter. "He promised to come in and see the machine tomorrow."