Quickly he bent over her and raised her face to his as he gathered her in his arms. Her eyes were shining through her tears like beautiful stars, and he saw a light in them that thrilled him. He kissed away the tears as she lay quiet and passive in his arms.
“Josephine, you love me?” he whispered in wondering delight.
“Silly boy,” she managed to gasp, “I have loved you from the first time we met. Now, unhand me, you villain. Here come Ethel and Bud and they will see us.”
“I don’t care,” he said recklessly, holding her fast. “Anyway, they are going into the house.”
“You received a message from your father about noon time?” she asked dreamily.
“Yes.”
“I’ll be very much pleased to meet him. I wonder if he will like me?”
“The idea! Of course he will. How can he possibly help liking you?”
“Well Sir Jack, just because you like me, that’s no sign everybody else will,” she said demurely.
“Why, you’ll be winding Dad around your little finger in less than thirty minutes after he gets here, and I’ll bet my life on it.”