He coloured a little through his bronze. "I thought you might like these things," he awkwardly continued.
"Like them? I'd love them!" said Mary, her eyes sparkling.
"I brought them for you."
They were both silent for a time, looking at the souvenirs, but presently their glances met and they smiled at each other.
"Of course you're going back to the factory," she said; and when he hesitated she continued, "I shall rely on you to let me know how things are going on."
Again he coloured a little beneath his bronze and Mary found herself watching it with an indefinable feeling of satisfaction. And after he was gone and she was carrying the souvenirs to the den, she also found herself singing a few broken bars from the Blue Danube.
"Is that you singing!" shouted Helen from the library.
"Trying to."
Helen came hurrying as though to see a miracle, for Mary couldn't sing.
"Oh—oh!" she said, her eyes falling on the helmet. "Who sent it? Wally
Cabot?"
"No; Archey Forbes brought it."