“Guess!” she cried, pressing his ruddy cheeks, fresh from his walk, between her tiny palms. “Guess what’s happened! Quick!”
The revulsion was so great that for the moment he lost his breath.
“No! you couldn’t guess! Nobody could. Oh, I’m so happy! Father’s—made—it—up—with—Phil!”
“Made it up! How do you know?” he stammered.
“Phil’s just left him. Come out, Phil!”
Phil’s head now peered from behind the screen.
“What do you think of that, Old Gentleman?” he cried, clasping Adam’s outstretched hand.
“And there isn’t any trouble, Phil, over Mr. Stockton’s note?” exclaimed Gregg in a joyous but baffled tone of voice: he was still completely at sea over the situation.
“Trouble over what?” asked Phil, equally mystified.