"Yes," was his reply, as he sat down in the chair in front of the table.
"Have you seen mother?" she asked, standing very close to him.
Bill, remembering the old days when his return home meant a searching examination as to soberness, grinned, and then he breathed deeply toward her. "I 'ain't had a drink in a month," he informed her.
She laughed and was silent for a moment. Looking down at the floor, she asked, "Did you come alone, daddy?"
"Yes," he answered, slowly scrutinizing her. "Why didn't you speak to John before you left the court to-day?" he asked, after a moment in which he gazed at her intently.
Tears came into her eyes and she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I just couldn't, daddy, that was all."
Bill placed a reassuring hand on her hair.
"Well, it's all right. I fixed it for you," he said, slowly. Millie stepped back aghast, blushing violently. "You did what?"
But Bill was unabashed. "I got him to promise he would come over here and see you." Bill had done no such thing, but the one flaw to a perfect happiness for him was the thought that John Marvin and Millie might not make up.
"You asked him to come over and see me?" Millie asked, in dismay.