She hesitated the fraction of a second, her eyes upon Barnes. The latter bowed without speaking.
“Joe,” she murmured doubtfully.
But the boy seized her in his arms almost fiercely.
“You aren’t afraid of me, little sister?” he exclaimed.
“Joe, Joe,” she trembled, and lifted her lips to his.
From upstairs came the fairy tinkle of a silver bell. Barnes started. The girl looked wildly about.
“That’s Dad,” she exclaimed.
Barnes stepped forward.
“Your father sees quite clearly now?” he asked.
“Yes, yes,” she gasped. “What—what are we going to do?”