“I’ll go in, of course,” she said, rising at once. “And I shall be very glad.”
“He—he was only trying me out, after all,” spoke Bob as he opened the door of the car. “That advice, I mean. You remember? And he pretended to be broke, too, just to test me. He told me just now.”
“I think I shall like your father,” said Miss Gerald.
“Oh, we’re bully chums!”
By this time they were in the house. Bob took her by the hand and led her to dad.
“I remember your mother and I knew your father,” said dad, when Bob had presented him. “Your mother was very beautiful.”
Gwendoline thanked him, while Bob gazed upon her with adoring eyes.
“Isn’t she wonderful, dad?” he said.
“Wonderful, indeed,” said dad fondly, a little sadly. Perhaps he was thinking of the time when his own bride had stood right there, in the home he had bought for her. Perhaps he saw her eyes with the light of love in them—eyes long since closed. “I trust you will not think me trite if I say, God bless you,” murmured dad.
“I won’t think you trite at all,” said Gwendoline Gerald, approaching nearer to dad. “I think it very nice.”