“As happy as I ever wish to be in heaven,” he replied, with great earnestness.
“Oh, don’t say that, it is irreverent—sacrilegious——”
The sentence was cut short by the servant entering and announcing:
“Mr. Latham, Mr. Frost.”
Cherokee, in astonishment, asked:
“Surely it cannot be Willard Frost?”
“S—h—! he will hear you,” warned the husband.
“Then it is he.”
“I shouldn’t wonder, though I do not see what brings him here.”