"I have not the slightest idea," I truthfully replied.
"Well, it's nearly two o'clock," he declared, looking at his watch. "I've been looking everywhere for you, Smith, and then I began to be worried about you," turning to his daughter. "Why, Kid, you've had time to paint this old stone shack two coats."
"I imagine I'm to blame," I interposed.
"Have you forgotten, Smith, that you have an engagement to play a foursome with old Tom Morris, Carter and myself this afternoon?" he said, looking at us rather suspiciously, I thought.
"I have another engagement," I returned, mustering all my courage.
"What's that?"
"I have an engagement with Grace for life, and we wish to know if you will give your consent to our marriage two weeks from to-day!"
He gazed at us for a moment, a grave look on his rugged and honest face.
He dropped his cane, took our hands in his and said:
"Children, you didn't fool your old dad for one minute! Take her, my boy, and God bless both of you! Your mother knows it, Grace, and she sends her blessing."
We almost overcame him with our expressions of gratitude. As we started back to the hotel he glanced at us and chuckled.