“Of course you did, daddy, the very day you came back from London, just before you went to America!”
“So I did. Well, now, Marian, that money is all your own from this time.”
“Oh, daddy! daddy! How shall I thank you? So I shall be able to do something on my own account now!”
Did no stray thought flit through her mind of all the gaiety and pleasure so much money might buy? Perhaps; but she was her father’s own child.
After a little more loving talk, the young secretary suddenly sprang to her feet.
“I am forgetting myself sadly! The evening letters will be in.”
“Cobbler” Horn started. He had forgotten that she was his secretary.
“I shall have to look out for another secretary, now,” he said, with a comical air of mock dismay.
“And, pray sir, why?” she demanded, standing before him in radiant rebellion. “I would have you to know there is no vacancy.”
Then she laughed in her bewitching way.