"Yes, when she is old enough. So you have two happy people still here, I see?"
"Yes. Brian got an extra week's holiday from the law office at Bristol; and I knew you would not mind. Mother is so pleased to have him here."
At this moment Brian Bellis and Norah awoke to the fact that they were not the only people in that flowery garden; and Nora, now a beautiful girl of nineteen, leaving Brian's arm, came springing to her brother-in-law, with a face flushed with welcome, to receive her accustomed kiss.
Then from the low French window at the side of the house Mrs. Travers appeared, and greeted her son with a tender welcome.
Mrs. Travers took the baby from her mother's arms, saying:
"She is too heavy for you, my dear; she grows such a great girl. Is not Phyllis glad to see father safely back again?"
The baby cooed as a sign of contentment, but whether this was the result of the contemplation of her silver rattle, or of her father's return, may not be told.
Then the happy party turned into the house, and Leslie drew from the wide pocket of his blue coat with brass buttons a sheaf of letters.
He singled one from the rest, and said gravely:
"I got the letters at Louth. This tells sad news. It has been written for Amelia Graves."