“No need to fib to me, kiddy,” said her father. “Bob is only a brother; but Frank——”
“No, you shan’t say it,” laughed Della, and she placed a hand over his mouth.
Nevertheless, it was to be noted that from that time on Della no longer moped and looked ill, but took an intense interest in all the daily affairs of life, even wanting to return at once to school.
“Marjie Faulkner will be dying to talk things over with me,” she explained to her mother.
“Why, dear, what do you mean?”
“Well—you know—she’s sweet on Bob.”
“Oh, you girls,” said Mrs. Temple, with a sigh. “You’ll be the death of me. At your age——”
“At our age you were engaged to Father,” said Della. “Now don’t deny it. Dad has even told me how you planned to elope, but were overheard by your mother who persuaded you to be conventional and have a wedding at home.”
Mr. Temple looked across the dinner table at his wife and grinned shamelessly.
“George, did you tell her that?”