“And more,” assented Barbara, “I know how he loves you.”
“Taking this into consideration, do you think you could possibly love me?”
“John,” said Barbara, holding out her hand to him, “there’s no thinking about it after this wonderful day. I love you with all my heart.”
“Oh, I say,” cried Bobby, a second later, and seeing what he saw suddenly ceased to speak.
“Come here, Bobby,” said Compton, recovering his composure quickly. “I want to ask you a question. What relation are you to me?”
“First,” answered Bobby, “you were my aunt; then you were my grandfather, then you were my nephew. Just at present you are my uncle.”
“And, dear Bobby, how would you like me to be your father?”
Bobby looked at his blushing mother and understood. Catching now one, now the other, he delivered a hearty kiss and a hug to each, then throwing himself flat on the floor, he closed his eyes and said softly but joyously:
“Good night!”