“I cannot help regretting that you would not accept me for your father-in-law, Hay.”
Ran only laughed in reply.
“What did he mean by asking you to be his father-in-law?” inquired Judy, after the dogcart that was taking Will Walling to the station had rolled away from the door.
“Oh, only his nonsense. You know, of course, that, as I have no mother nor he any daughter, he could never have been my father-in-law,” replied Ran.
So Judy never suspected how it was.
But before many months Judy and Mike were claimed by a father with a pedigree which the most heathenish worshiper of rank might have been proud to acknowledge.
CHAPTER XXVIII
HOPE AND LIFE
“Poley, dear darling, will you go with Cleve and me to West Virginia to live?” exclaimed Palma, running into the cabinet kitchen of her flat, where good Mrs. Pole was busy over the fire, baking those very muffins in which she so excelled.
Cleve had gone out to change the bonanza check to pay the rent and to give up the flat.
Poley paused, with a spoonful of batter held in her hand, halfway between the bowl on the table and the muffin rings in the pan on the range.