“And besides,” she gasped, “Mr. Barton has not yet said he approves.”
Mr. Barton arose.
“May I say that at once?” he smiled. “I do not think I have always given Don as much credit for his good judgment as I feel he should have been given.”
“Good old Barton!” choked Don.
“There’s one thing more,” said Barton––“a––a little present for myself.”
He handed Don an envelope.
“Thank you, sir,” said Don, thrusting it unopened in his pocket. “And now it seems to me the least the bride can do is to let you kiss her.”
“I’m not a bride yet,” answered Sally demurely, “but––”
She came to Barton’s side and he kissed her on the cheek.