"Stop acting like children!" Deborah cried. "And be sensible and listen to me! We're to be married to-morrow morning—"
"Why to-morrow?" Roger asked.
"Because," she said decidedly, "there has been enough fuss over this affair. So we'll just be married and have it done. And when Edith and the children go up next week to the mountains, we want to move right into this house."
"This house?" exclaimed her father.
"I know—it's sold," she answered. "But we're going to get a lease. We'll see the new owner and talk him around."
"Then you'll have to talk your father around—"
"You around?" And Deborah stared. "You mean to say you're not going to sell?"
"I do," said Roger blithely. He told them the story of John's new scheme. "And if things turn out in the office as I hope they will," he ended, "we'll clear the mortgage on the house and then make it your wedding gift—from the new firm to the new family."
Deborah choked a little:
"Allan! What do you think of us now?"