“Well, what do you think of that?” mused Harrigan, as he stooped over to gather up the gloves. “Any one would say that he was the injured party. I’m in wrong on this deal somewhere. I’ll ask Miss Nora a question or two.”
It was not so easy returning. He ran into his wife. He tried to dodge her, but without success.
“James, where did you get that black eye?” tragically.
“It’s a daisy, ain’t it, Molly?” pushing past her into Nora’s room and closing the door after him.
“Father!”
“That you, Nora?” blinking.
“Father, if you have been fighting with him, I’ll never forgive you.”
“Forget it, Nora. I wasn’t fighting. I only thought I was.”
He raised the lid of the trunk and cast in the gloves haphazard. And then he saw the paper which had fallen out. He picked it up and squinted at it, for he could not see very well. Nora was leaving the room in a temper.
“Going, Nora?”