"Never mind, dear! Larry came then and saved us all."
She turned a sweet glance upon her son-in-law, which made him flush with pleasure.
"I don't know about that saving process, mother. I've pretty often declared in my own mind that Dorette and you came along just in the nick of time to save me."
"Me too," put in Dodo, insistent on general principles.
"And me!" added Camille, laughing and squeezing the baby afresh, her moods as quick to change as those of capricious April, always.
"Yes, the whole shirackety of you," returned Larry, folding his napkin. "And Joyce has made amends since, I'm sure."
"Indeed she has, dear child!"
"But mother, even Joyce has never given——"
"Hush, Camille! Don't say it. Joyce knows we are entirely comfortable, and she has large plans to carry out. She gives us unstinted love and gratitude. Joyce has never failed me yet."
Camille was silenced. She caught Dodo out of her high chair, and made the movement from table general.