This little play being over, he said, “Now, while our order is coming I’ll run out to the desk and see if the governor has come in or not.”
XVI
THE PRIVATE CAR
After he went away Berrie turned to her mother with a look in which humor and awe were blent. “Am I dreaming, mother, or am I actually sitting here in the city? My head is dizzy with it all.” Then, without waiting for an answer, she fervently added: “Isn’t he fine! I’m the tenderfoot now. I hope his father won’t despise me.”
With justifiable pride in her child, the mother replied: “He can’t help liking you, honey. You look exactly like your grandmother at this moment. Meet Mr. Norcross in her spirit.”
“I’ll try; but I feel like a woodchuck out of his hole.”
Mrs. McFarlane continued: “I’m glad we were forced out of the valley. You might have been shut in there all your life as I have been with your father.”
“You don’t blame father, do you?”